Roses In Your Head

[i wrote this as an essay for my literature subject. though i did add more because the original was a bit short. i thought maybe i could share it with you. thank for always supporting my works. you all mean so much to me.]

. . .

your scarred skin keeps you warm,

your lungs tries so hard to keep you breathing.

and maybe you're dying to not exist anymore,

just remember how far you've come, 

how your flawed but strong self keeps you running.

As cliche as this sounds, I do believe that nobody is perfect. The moment that we are born, the very moment the rest of the world sees our existence in flesh and bone, we are flawed. So maybe there's no such thing as purity. We're already tainted.

Some are born in different hues and it is amazing. Some are light resembling goodness. Some are dark, proving that no matter what your color is, you are still beautiful.

Some are born with a part of them missing. Some are deaf, blind and unable to walk. But we have to understand that even so, they are not less than of what a human is. And it got me thinking, that's just how we are- imperfect in all the perfect reasons. 

and as you go, people will try to make you feel small,

people will whisper things about you.

they will call you names, and spread rumors,

but i hope you won't believe them too.

The wonderful thing about our bodies is that nothing is ever simple. And nothing is ever the same.  You should be proud of the vessel you came in. The color that you were greatly granted, the tiny but resilient structure you've come to nurture as you grow up.

and maybe you're thinking of ways to stop your heart,

and maybe you're purposely sucking the air out of your lungs.

and maybe dying wouldn't be the worst thing tonight,

wondering how would blood taste at the tip of your tongue.

some are facing a lot more bigger problems. some don't have a hand to hold, some can't see the world. some cannot hear music. the greatest thing you could ever do is appreciate yourself. because i think, we are greater than the sum of all our parts. it is not the outside that matters. it is the things you can do and the things you return to this world. and i hope you know that you can't fix yourself. all you can do is love everything there is about you.

everyone is a ray of light in the darkness. it doesn't matter if the spotlight is big, thin or small. what matters is that you shine. through all the crooked, broken cracks, you still find a way to shine.

and if your body loves you enough to keep you alive,

i think you should love yourself too.

and honey, there are roses in your head,

they only bloom for you. 

an: give love to your body :)

tell me what you think about this musing.

-clarke