Why does this happen time and again? I don't know what the reason is; I can't figure it out either!
The first time it happened I was shocked. I tried everything but it didn't work. Then I thought that it was perhaps meant to be this way. I consoled myself....I told myself that I can't let this put me down. Life goes on, it doesn't come to an end. So, I tried to forget and was successful in covering up all the not so good memories by creating new ones, good ones.
But, all of it came back to me the second time it happened. I was prepared but I had never expected it would strike back. This time the wound was more painful, it was as if someone has punctured my heart and it was oozing out blood refusing to stop. It took time to for me to recover. I learned my lesson. I learned how to stay alone. I started seeing things which I had been overlooking so far.So, in a way it was good that it happened. I was happy.
Again, it happened, and this time it was as if someone has cut me into two pieces.Nevertheless, I didn't cry this time.....I am still fighting.......I will fight no matter how many times it strikes........no matter how deep the wound is......I will fight.......
Because my brother once said: "Fight o' warrior 'cuz winner are born of sheer valour. There's hole where the heart should have been; but now you'll see what you've never seen!"
The first time it happened I was shocked. I tried everything but it didn't work. Then I thought that it was perhaps meant to be this way. I consoled myself....I told myself that I can't let this put me down. Life goes on, it doesn't come to an end. So, I tried to forget and was successful in covering up all the not so good memories by creating new ones, good ones.
But, all of it came back to me the second time it happened. I was prepared but I had never expected it would strike back. This time the wound was more painful, it was as if someone has punctured my heart and it was oozing out blood refusing to stop. It took time to for me to recover. I learned my lesson. I learned how to stay alone. I started seeing things which I had been overlooking so far.So, in a way it was good that it happened. I was happy.
Again, it happened, and this time it was as if someone has cut me into two pieces.Nevertheless, I didn't cry this time.....I am still fighting.......I will fight no matter how many times it strikes........no matter how deep the wound is......I will fight.......
Because my brother once said: "Fight o' warrior 'cuz winner are born of sheer valour. There's hole where the heart should have been; but now you'll see what you've never seen!"
One thing I have noticed over the years of reading(and trust me ,I read a lot) is that people with who use dot-gaps like "......." between two sentences are often more creative than people around them..good signs :) ..cheers.
ReplyDeleteI shall remember that and thankyou!
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