You were there when darkness felt heavy and began to choke me only to suffocate but not kill me. You were there when I could fill up a bathtub with tears that I'd merely float in but not drown in You've ingrained words that helped me escape too many holes people dug that I jumped into You've helped me be the light in the darkness As I spin aimless you helped me find directions to the light but now But now you preside over me and consume me You occupy every corner of my brain with so much force you even have the audacity to illude me into thinking I have control but I'm merely your prisoner Maybe I should've just chocked and floated till I wasn't It had to be a pen that saved me But it's the very same tool whose words I can't escape It's the same tool that has turns words against the writer You think a pen is the greatest treasure until you realise that it can still write paragraphs without a wordsmith I can't seem to tame the monster because
There's been this one recurring thought in my mind and it says that I should listen to myself more. There are so many voices I don't even know which one is my inner self's voice. This journey of trusting someone/something you don't know or can't see rather thatim embarking is will be full of surprises I cannot wait to experience. It feels as though I have my hands tied behind my back. I'm being thrown into a pool and the one rule is don't drown. The only way to not drown is to not try to swim but let go till your feet reach the ground and only then push do you have to push yourself up to the surface. The level of surrendering that needs to be done is scarry because it's new. And honestly I've been swimming all my life, letting go and trying not to swim will be a challenge. We've been exposed to alot of things that can be seen and touched. That has turned us ignorant to things that aren't seen but can be heard. Believing and trusting th