Hey, I am talking to you. Do you know why is it so important to 'break up' ? This might sound pretty abstract and weird but sometimes it becomes important to 'break up'. And for me this phrase has a deeper meaning. In life, you have to break up with those people or things which give you pain as if there is a hole in your chest. Be it a failed marital relationship, your friends, an intolerable dysfunctionality between you and your relatives or even objects or instances of our past. It can be anything/ anyone from your friend to your teddy. Yes, they all are important in your life. But ask yourself, are you happy with them around you? Do you feel relaxed with their presence in your life? If it's a no, then understand it is the time to break up with them as their presence brings you down constantly. You've had enough of it! Understand. And it becomes a mammoth task to keep the light of your mind glowing in your soul. You want to get away from them but something stops you. Maybe it is fear, stress or anxiety of the consequences of doing so. This feeling is natural and it happens. I too felt a similar level of pressure in my heart but I just decided to give up on some relations of my life, on those dreadful moments of the past that stopped me from moving up in life.... And to some extent I have been successful at eliminating them. I am hopeful that the remaining parts of those relations will get flushed away from my life soon. What I want to say is that do not let the toxicity of those relations, objects or moments test the strength of your mind and your patience. It is always better to let go of them, then sticking around with them for long. So sit with yourself, imagine your life without those people and I am sure all you'll have is that happiness which you have been searching for long. It will lighten the baggage of tension from your head and make you independent of this cage of failed relations. Let it go, taste freedom, attain mental peace.
Our value is often neglected by our own selves. It might seem to be a petty thing for us, but it isn't. It is such an important aspect that we should never underestimate. If we only don't respect ourselves, then how can we expect others to do that to us. We need to look into that mirror and focus on the face that has not seen itself from so long, and stopped reflecting upon 'that' person's positive aspects. Look beyond the dust of wrongdoings or mistakes on that mirror. Let your achievements also get highlighted, what you have learnt from those mistakes and be content for this journey's adventures. Never, never lessen down your worth l, dear friend. It is the worst that you can do for yourself.
I hope you know about the 'them' that I have referred here. Never let your softness be a reason of your suffocation. Don't be so kind that you feel guilty of being so nice even when not reciprocated with the same by them.
Why was it so difficult for you to open that door? Why? You did it so bravely today, then why couldn't you gather the courage to do this a long time back? You were trapped within the cage of this abusive marriage for the past ten years. You thought about everyone else; your husband, kids, in laws, parents and those 'damn' people who believe that your actions are a shame for this narrow minded society... but you forgot about yourself! While keeping the name of your family high in the society you never realised the intensity of the pain and torment it had caused to your soul. You always ignored those red marks or the scars that ferociously tarnished the being that you were. Did those tears of yours mean nothing to you? I always wonder that why did the world make it so difficult for you to open that door? But now that you have opened the door; the door to a world that awaited you to shine again, never look back. Walk, with your head held high... you have just begun your journey towards the powerful woman that you always were.... and you always are!
This prompt instantly reminded of an open letter that I had written sometime back on the rising issue of domestic violence and it is pretty close to my heart. I hope that through this writing I have voiced my opinion about the heinous crime of domestic violence.
winter_talesthe whole thing is a masterpiece in its own self but what was really impactful was they way you signed off....
melodicnomadThank you so much @winter_tales . My aim was to give voice to this issue and I am glad you found it impactful. I hope that the women going through this turmoil get out of it soon, with their strength and courage. Thank you for stopping by!
He was darkness; unkempt, obscure, enigmatic; filled with the brawls of his past, chained inside the prison of his torment. He was frightened of a shadow, which was, his own; following him everywhere like a host stuck to a parasite.
His ears reverberated with the screech of a harsh voice which was drowned deep inside his soul, to him it felt like a wolf howling on a full moon night.
He screamed, but the sound remained unheard. He screamed harder, but the voices got lost in the pit of societal norms.
He wants to find himself, beyond this obscurity, he wants to be looked at... by a glare normal enough.
All he wants is a hand on an untouched shoulder, patting off the trauma of social stigma.
The nights turned cold, A cover of warmth on my body was there to me, snugly hold; There came the rain instead, A big 'tree', to protect me, stood above my head. Clouds of darkeness overshadowed our nest, A fighting spirit won over the scavengers, protecting its little birdies and home, in a manner, which couldn't have been less than the best. Leaves too fell from our tree of hope, A chirp gave us the courage, with this situation, to cope. Our wings were often wounded by the dreary society, Our 'hurts' were tended, the best; There was our big bird that cared the most about our security. The chicks that were we, sometimes didn't get feeded, The last morsel of feed, in our beaks was by the biggie, selflessly embedded. We small birds cannot understand this love that easily, We often don't regard the big bird's love for us that respectfully. The bird that is big, sheds tears sometimes, away from our glare, Has our love to it, always been that fair? The chick isn't that expressive too for her father bird, Till now, about him, in this song, chirped, was every word. The little bird has realized, papa bird has, till now for her, so much cared, She is waiting for the moment, when the big bird, will proudly for achievement of her life goals, at her stare. The small bird wants to make him chirp with happiness, And make him live a life, free from every stress. The little bird hopes that day isn't that far, That in her papa's sky she is the biggest star.