Is it necessary to be courageous to love a man?
Do long-lasting relationships rest on sacrifices & insecurities or mutual admiration?
Is it physically more crucial to seek validation than to receive it?
These interwoven, tender questions play havoc in my immature mind and create patterns unique and untimed.
The immemorial courageous question is:
Do I have the strength & clarity to build a timeless & gentle bond with myself, or shall I subdue my will in love to please another man?
The sun warms me as I softened from my sleepy posture,
My twisty, snake-like fingers uncoil.
As I toss & turn in my sleep, the cold nights don’t add warmth to my chilly body.
The birds sang their melodies, and I encouraged myself to breathe deeply.
I resolved to let go of my introspections and silently prayed to heaven.
“My over-spilled mind can’t function anymore.”
Facing up my palms and allowing the sand of responsibilities to rush through my fingers was the first act of bravery.
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