// Below I have attached a very old piece and I remember when I was writing it I was so angry and I only wanted to rant. But halfway through it I realised a fact that we all miss to comprehend, right before we make a decision to quit.
Remember one thing that I keep reminding myself; Ending of what you do in your life is ALWAYS in your hands. No matter how much things get messed up in between, no matter how many mistakes you have already made, no matter if things haven't worked out the way they should, it's not the end until YOU decide to put a PERIOD. It's always a semicolon; all your problems are mere semicolons. So move past it and make the ending you want to make. //
You suggest that my bleeding knees are
cloaked and yet you wring exactly there again
and again and again until I make a grimace.
You see me trying so hard, but you enjoy
more when I fail to such an extent where I
start to doubt my own worth.
You curl your lips when you see me reaching
the finish line and would do anything to deter
me until I topple down to the ground.
You look askance at the house that I try to
build with the pieces of my scattered hopes
only to be crumpled by you, barefoot.
And when finally I look hunted, you think this
time I'll become the dust and settle.
It might have skipped your notice that I am
not the dust that settles I am those particles
you cant see with your naked eyes otherwise
which rise in the narrow beam of light.
The red in my dictionary doesn't mean stop
so the red on my knees is not going to stop
And everytime when you'll whisper "now quit," my voice will echo around the chasm "Try to
make me one more time," And I promise you I will hold your glare
everytime until you stare down.
~| V.S |
artwork credits- @charliedavisillustration