Sometimes it just feels like drowning in your own pain, how come everything is so easy for you to let go when I can't even let of out one memories. How can this pain be so immeasurable that I have to cry myself to sleep. I want to be free, over you and over this pain .
Please unchain me from this pain , I wanna breathe .
Everything comes in our life for a reason. Some stays and some doesn't. Things and persons which we don't have or we lost somewhere, are those which we never valued. Never believe that you are perfect, while doing self analysis you will come to know how much improvement you need to make in yourself. I have made a list of my weak points and I was really surprised that I have lots of things to learn and to improve. I may be good person for the world, but very few persons who are close to me know that howmuch problems I have created in their lives. At this time, we reach at the point when you start to think howmuch hard to keep you were to the persons who left you alone, howmuch they tolerated you and went on saturated point, howmuch they expected the understanding from your side. They were not wrong because they had gone to the bottom just to make you realise the habits that you are bad at. May be they never told you face to face but their actions were sign of warnings and they still holding the relations. Value the persons who put efforts to be in your life. Value the persons who are been in your life from a long time. Value the persons whom you hurt knowingly or unknowingly and still they don't say howmuch hurt you did to them. I heartily pray that you may learn by analysing yourself but not by losing the special persons in your life because you may learn new things but you will never get that important person back in your life. Do good and be good, be honest, be real. Let's forget the past and let's start today with a new beginning with the purpose that You will take care every little thing and action you do for others. .
💝🕉👋 People used to tell me that I had beautiful hands. 👐🏼Told me so often in fact that one day I started to believe them, until I asked my photographer father ‘hey daddy could I be a hand model? To which he said ‘No way!’. I don’t remember the reason he gave me, and I would’ve been upset but there were far too many stuffed animals to hold, too many homework assignments to write, too many boys to wave at to, many years to grow. We used to have a game, my dad and I, about holding hands. Coz we held hands everywhere...
Hands learn more than minds do. Hands learn how to hold other hands. How to grip pencils and mould poetry. How to tickle pianos, and dribble a basketball and grip the handles of a bicycle. How to hold old people and touch babies. I love hands like I love people... Some people read palms to tell you your future, but I read hands to tell your past...This is a poem about love, and fingers. Fingers interlock like a beautiful zipper of prayer. One time I grabbed my dad’s hand so that our fingers interlocked perfectly. But he changed position saying “No, that hand hold is for your mum!” Kids high-five, but grown ups shake hands. You need a firm handshake, but don’t hold on too tight, but don’t let go too soon, but don’t hold them for too long. But hands are not about politics. When did it become so complicated? I always thought it was so simple. The other day my Dad looked at my hands as if seeing them for the first time and with laughter behind his eyelids, and with all the seriousness a man of his humour could muster he said “You know you’ve got nice hands, you could’ve been a hand model!” .... You can read more 👉🏼 Sarah Kay is a wonderful poet 📝from New York City. I really like her work. Look what kind of art 🥇🎨she creates, it’s amazing! 😍🔝 🤳🏻http://kaysarahsera.com/ 👩🏼💻👨🏼💻 https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=38tZfgCuNAg