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| Posted by Frances Therese Javier Alorro | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"> Sting, a word that came across my mind today. I remember the song Hurt by Kalapana but hurt is already a cliché to me. It's not easy to draft my pains, words won't go out at the tips of my finger to type everything, and they all just turn into tears. This fragile heart of mine is stung by an angel. I thought I won't be affected but in my silence I can feel the venom consuming me. Time and acceptance is the only antidote. No matter what I've been through I realized I am not that strong enough because when love is talked about I would always be weak. It is not an easy process but I am hopeful for my recovery and that I will get over it. I am perfectly normal to feel sad and grieve for the loss of an angel who stung me. For a moment of time dark images are creeping in my mind. Love is a plague, an emotional crime and fatal but I didn't let it destroy me. I'm not that stupid after all. It's all about the risk I took. I am stung by an odd pain which I have no absolute control. I am embracing it tightly. Things are meant to happen and for a reason. I remember my friends who are there to comfort me and love me still despite my weaknesses. Life is beautiful. I'll get over this bumpy road. I'll get over the sting especially inside. Pretty soon the sun will shine and I will laugh again. It only needs a needle to thread everything back into its original form and not mind its scar anymore. I will have my antidote. Add as favourites (17) | Quote this article on your site | Views: 466
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