I could paint pictures of a life I wanted,
Or write a story that could heal me.
Yet I have found that I only sit mesmerized while roses wither and the stars shed tears,
because it is easy to say you’ve let go, but hard to look daily upon a constant reminder of your unhappiness knowing that it is a Herculean task to follow through.
Tell the gossips how I spent my nights in tears, trying to feel things that my heart had forgotten.
Remind my people of the pain of yesterday,
But do not forget to tell the ones I loved, how hard I fought for all the things i wanted to keep till there was no fight left in me anymore.
Tell them that I tried to rebuild broken walls and failed.
Tell them how tired I got of chasing people who did not want to join in my race.
Let them know,
that they can never ever wake a person who is pretending to be asleep.
Because I tried, and I was almost drawn to slumber too.