Let me wake up and smile
forgetting the tears of yesterday.
Let me enjoy the sunlight
forgetting that it once burnt me.
Let me wake up feeling energized
instead of fatigued and exhausted
from the thoughts that haunt me late at night
and the heaviness that won’t leave my heart.
Let me get that text or that call,
let me remember what it feels like
to be loved, to be remembered.
Let me know someone cares.
Bring me all the things I’ve been asking for,
the things you took away for so long.
Let today be the day you bless me.
Let today be the day you grant me my wishes.
Tell the sun to shine its light on me.
Let it overshadow the darkness.
Let it burn all the pain.
Let it warm my frozen heart.
Tell the stars to keep shining,
tell the galaxies to put a spell on me.
Let them remind me of my own magic.
Let them remind me of my own power.
Dear Universe, please be kind,
let me know that you can still hear me,
let me know that you miss me too
and that you still want me.
Dear Universe, let’s start over,
let’s be on the same team,
let’s stop being enemies
and start being one.
Sometimes in our life we take chances. Sometimes these chances became broken pieces of glass we hold in our hands hoping that one day our hands wont feel the pain anymore.
I guess, there is nothing more terrible in this world than not knowing what to do. You took chances because you hoped that things can be made better- that you can make things right. There are times, however, that no matter how we try, no matter how good our intentions are, things do not go the way we want to and we have to let go- and that is the most difficult part : letting go of what hurts because what hurts has also made us happy.
To continue hoping or to let go is probably the worst type of confusion. Its so heavy, it tears me up. There are times I would rather sleep and hope I wake up in a different world with a different name under a new sun. Not remembering anything – but that woud be cowardice.
I pray for patience to endure and wisdom to understand. I held my head up high and looked up to the sky. Then I realized there were times when the sky is dark but most of the times it’s blue.. perhaps life is just like that. There aint no fairy tale and I got to be my own hero.. but first I must learn to let go of the broken pieces of glass that’s making my hand bleed..even if that means by letting go, my hands will be empty..