Words Unspoken

Beautiful are those, who have acceptance in life Who smile too often, give positive vibes Who appreciate everything and take care of others Who finds it easy to be humble To whom toxic things of the society don't bother Who love themselves the most and don't care what people will say Who are brave enough to fight back And kind enough to pray.

Step by step they've come to see, Long was the journey and tired was me. He gave his hands in the time of need, When I was brutally injured and badly bleed. The time was crucial and hard to survive, Days were passing, just it had no life. Darkness was everywhere There was no light of hope or expectation, He came to me and cured all my suffocation. The wound was fresh and new, Still, it gave me the courage to believe in you. I'm careless or maybe insane, Cause it was hard and risky to give a chance to break yourself again. But all these years I've learned one thing, Positivity appears to them who believe in rebegin. By Monira Rahman ©

This is normal to behave little abnormal. It's okey to cry with no shoulder. Its absolutely fine to have dark circles. There is no problem to have the mood swing. No matter how mature you are. It's not a crime to have flaws. Everyone cannot be perfect. They might not have your value but you know how precious you are. People will call you crazy for your not so cool behaviour. They will try yo rectify you. You can cry a river to build yourself ... There is no harm in it. As long as you know where to stop.. Having problem is not a choice but suffering is optional..

I asked everyone,  Even I gave them some time to see. They wanted but couldn't  and this is the reason why  they've abandoned me. They tried to give every possible reason  to make me understand, Helpless ME couldn't revolt  because nothing was in my hand. It's easy to forgive when the  canvas is empty,  But when the shades are running out  You can only feel pity  And then I moved on  without any second thought, Through scares, wounds, and  the tough battle that I fought  I was neither weak nor scared  just wanted to feel secure by collecting  the shattered parts of me  to be repaired. By Monira Rahman