Mean to Be

 Sometimes we aren’t aware how to handle

the turmoil of those dark oceans

formed inside us 

by every dent we keep receiving

when we are neglected by the ones

we look up to.

At that stage,

we have no one else to rely on.

It feels emotionally exhausting

at such an age we often find ourselves

either holding back

or crying our hearts out in silence,

those stories known only by our pillow.

And we grow into more bottled people,

struggling to showcase

what’s pinning us down.

But with time, self-reflection,

and learning to trust ourselves

after many breaks,

we begin to understand

what we keep looking for outside

has always lived deep inside.

Somewhere within, we all feel this.

We just need to accept it

and love ourselves more openly

when faced with such robust situations.

To work through what hurts,

to label it

instead of pushing ourselves

to be regulated by others’ preferences.

Because in the end,

our emotional harmony is in our hands.

How slowly we reach there

doesn’t mean we’ve given up on ourselves

because we shouldn’t.

We should love ourselves enough

to see hope rise in our hearts,

to stay grounded in every inch of growth,

to consider and celebrate

each step closer to our own heart ❤️

with every passing day.

It doesn’t need to be loud,

but it should be felt

that knot slowly sorting itself,

that epiphany of pure zeal

we once lost in the past,

finding its way back home.