The entirety of my humanity is trying to stay alive
Because of being too tired of feeling the bruises left by stones thrown by life’s challenges
While carrying them with all of my strength, truth reveals itself: Imperfection is an excuse for me to hold grudges
“Life shouldn’t be lived longer with hatred or with any other emotions that only destroy well-being.”-A wisdom that had risen from my other muddled thoughts of realities.
However, some aches grow like trees in the thousands of woodlands.-As their roots start to lie and creep underneath, they are growing stronger and are all seem amorous to the loam
Their upper life could be ravage by blustery weather but what is full-grown beneath could still be too firm to ruin
Thus, to unloved oneself is impossible for I am a warrior with copious tinge of wounds-One that can still notice the vibrancy of beauty from the blurry sides of youth’s existence and one whose kind of love is ever persistent
To love you wholeheartedly is one thing I also dream of for these fragments are blazing with verve; such are superb in disturbing
Shattered glass, blood-spattered thorns, and relentless tears, all are encompassing this struggling heart but the universe’s sprinkled magic empowered the scars
Could you imagine the way a scarred woman love?
Never underestimate my power to arouse the best man in you.
I can love you just as a bird hates to linger its feet on the ground; desiring to spread its wings, aiming to go beyond the steadiness, to explore the vastness of the sky
I can love you just as a flower cannot resist the warmth of the sunbeams, the rain drops cooling its parched roots, so it has grown-up as such a lovely posy
I can love you just as the brine go through ebb yet cannot abscond from the ocean because that’s where its purpose belongs; to be the unfathomable realm of marine creatures
I can love you just as the wind is ever intimate with every being until death finally knocks at one’s feeble body to heave one’s soul back home
I can love you just as the moon gives the sun a chance to shine in a day after day and it never loses its elegance after a long time of waiting, for its craters beautifully unfold its mysteries throughout the night
I can love you just as the auroras never fail at surprising such wandering eyes and never fail at leaving a trace of feeling the sense of surreal
I can love you just as the heavy rains are calling the rainbow to show up after its terrifying uproar for it feels sorry for its disturbance and wanting to leave a meaning through its colors that a sense of hope can be created and strengthened by the presence of a sense of harshness.
I can love you just as the pages of a book of any kind spurs one’s curiosity to travel just to reach the ending of stories for there are secrets within memories and emotions; all worth remembering
I can love you just as a lock has its own key; cannot be unlocked by anyone who’s not holding the right sort. So, a possession lingers faithfully.
I can love you just as the music awakens a slumbering spirit; the notes are in love with each other that they can’t help but to dance with the rhythm
I can love you just as a letter needs letters to form a word, a word needs words to create a sentence and a sentence needs more sentences to finally build a paragraph telling a chronicle with gist
And I can love you with all of these ideas only if I am not afraid.
I am still frightened but that doesn’t mean that I am not feeling the growth of bravery sluggishly enclosing my every speck of anxiousness to take risks in love that abides in my heart.
They need time more than ever. I’m patiently waiting for their subsidence.
And when it finally came to a point that my every weakness is covered with a sheer sense of valor, that’s the time when you can expect real and more of me.