Who says “Stop Crying. You are big enough.”? instead of ” Come, here. It will be fine.” Well, family. I guess family does that.
*Note to self – Just because I am 18, means I am not eligible to cry; means I have surpassed the phase of being capable of feeling emotions and being capable of letting out my anger; means even if I am crying randomly without any reason I have committed a sin.
Crying is a sign of weakness, a sign of giving up, a sign of submission to adversaries, a sign of being dominated by your emotions. It is a sign that you are still human, isn’t it? And being human is itself a sin. *
Thank you for telling me I am big enough to not to cry.
For now I realize that my problems are big that make me want to cry
and I realize that my problems are not just anything,
but something from which my tear glands shed out tears
Maybe life was not hard as she had first thought. Maybe someone had recognized after all, what was the war within and had given her the antidote. Maybe someone saw. Saw and accepted. Accepted and Embraced. Embraced and gave.
But, maybe Life is a teaser. Blink of an eye and the reality dawns.Mirrors are just reflections, reflections of reality that you wish were made more of the fantasies.
Rejection. Desperation. Chaos. Despair.
Yet, the resolution was made. After all, we give what we have. She gave her decision. Time was all that was needed. Needed to show, to prove and to heal. Time is what IS needed.
Her hands were strong. Robust. Whoever held them felt her support and warmth. Dependence. Acceptance.
Only once did they ever let their guard off. In front of Him. Her everything.
But her lines, scarred and burnt. Endeavoring to make their own destiny. Make own future. Make ownself.