For the Days to Come

There will be days when the sun beats down too heavy on your soul. All you will want to do is hide beneath the covers as the hours pass, until the light ends up reflecting the darkness that has settled inside you once more. Days when other people’s smile will not be contagious, and you will not understand why they are happy, and you are not, and why the morning was beautiful for them but felt like a chore to get through for you. As a consequence, you will reprimand yourself for being so negative and for feeling so low. There will be days when the emptiness will seep into your weary bones and you will feel lost, confused, and alone, Thus, nothing will make sense other than the tears that will pour relentlessly down your cheeks. There will be days when weeks will pass but you will not be able to get over the past. There will be days when months will fly by and you will not realize because the moment that your heart shattered will feel like just yesterday, and when memories of what was will follow you like darkness the size of a person, reminding you of everything that went wrong.

But there will also be days when you will pull back the blinds to let the sun in, where the light will fall on your smiling face and you will open the window to absorb the fresh air with your lungs. There will be days when you will go outside and join your neighbors’ in the park, The days when you will make conversation with strangers on the bus and laugh with your colleagues, and embrace your friends. There will be days when you will absorb life wholeheartedly, where you will smile and cry with joy and the love that you will find yourself falling into. There will be days when other people’s presence will make you feel better, and your happiness will grow inside your heart and you will be grateful for life once more.

There will be days when you will only feel pain and a void that cannot be filled, and there will be days where love will flow out of curve of your existence. There will be good days and bad days, days when sadness crawls under your blanket and joins you for the night, and days when you are happy even in your sleep because of how blessed you feel. There will be all kinds of days that you take forward.


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