Breathing Under Water

I’ll find my way to breathe and see the end of this endless sea of pain.

When everything feels heavy, I weep and let the fresh tears washes the wounds in my heart. Writing is my cry of pain. The words are my tears that washes the heaviness and weariness of my heart and soul.

I’m freeing myself through words and sentences; the pain and circumstances imprison me but I free myself through the beauty of words.

I’m grateful because I can write. Since, I can’t get out of the situation and there’s nothing I can do, I can free my feelings and thoughts.

In writing, I’m alive and free. Despite of the heaviness of emotions, I can create a beautiful story through writing. I can write words of hope that console my wounded heart.

Weaving words is my way of breathing under the depth of water.

I’m under water and I’m drowning but I learn how to breathe; I learn how to see the light despite of the darkness that engulfing me.

I’ll keep breathing and soon, I’ll get out of here.

Published by She Writes

She's a dreamer. Hopes to be lost in oblivion but the truth is, she just wants to be seen and heard. In quest within and lover of life. This, too, shall pass so I will keep going ; I still don't know. I'll rest for the mean time.

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