Together, we'll survive this.'
Sometimes words betray you and thoughts plunder you. Strenuously, you try to still make them work together.
Words and Thoughts.
Soul and Mind.
A caged bird and a freed bear.
Lost.
I liked today's episode; enough to pen down on it, albeit unsteadily. So forgive me for all the errors.
- William Shakespeare
I will not talk about a victim. I will not talk about the pain. I believe, they will be discussed in detail.
I'll talk about what stood out for me today.
I'll talk about the shining, shimmering, vows of love.
She has been his harbor for the longest time. When the rain pattered onto the wounds embedded in his skin, she shielded him, when he lost his bearings and the lure of darkness sang, she shielded him, when all he knew were lost smiles and cruelty, she shielded him. He believed in the black, in atrocities.
There are cruel people out there.'
But, even from his belief, she shielded him.
She always smiled and as poetical it sounds, her smiles were the bearing of stars; a thousand galaxies and world combusting into a cataclysmic starburst and tunneling into a new day; sun's bright glory; the end of an era of darkness. Her smiles were the steel in his armour, the promise of light in the face of dark.
Her smiles were everything.
Oxygen.
The seducer of his soul.
Savior.
The calming in a storm.
A brave Warrior.
In the face of his wrath.
A new beginning.
In the aftermath of his cries.
And then he lost them.
Lost.
The harbor is lost.
The warrior is lost.
The belief is lost.
The triumph is lost.
The day is lost.
And the sunset weeps as the night draws closer.
Lost.
She believed in good; good sustained her. She believed people couldn't be this atrocious, couldn't be beasts in a human body. She believed in light. And kindness and gentle warm hearts that melted every single bone of your body, in sweet deeds and fireflies.
And today she was lost.
Scarred.
How will she ever trust a teacher? How will she ever smile so abundantly, how will she ever roam freely, how will she ever stand in the light and not flinch for a moment? How will she ever believe in the dominant good, how will she ever be that normal again? How will she ever walk the roads alone, how will she ever erase the memories? How will she ever look at a stranger and feel safe? How will she ever give her trust to people? How will she ever differentiate between bestiality and generosity? How will she ever bear being touched when every single inch of her skin is brimming with loathing?
How will she ever sleep at nights and not remember the silent cries that echoed in a box? How will she ever step into a room and not feel her back crawl with terror as a silhouette passes? How will she ever believe everything she'd been taught?
How will she ever believe that good triumphs all?
How will she ever be herself again?
How will she ever be who she used to be?
And who is she even?
Lost.
Like an iceberg she's lost amidst the deep oceans, homeless, with broken wings and wherever the sight goes, it's only the deep blue ocean and its tremulous waves.
And yet, love triumphs. Love will triumph; love will always emerge greater in this coexistence of misery and joy.
Because he wouldn't give up on her. To every single question she'll ask, to every single tear that'll be shed, to all the days ahead, to every single shudder she'll have, to every single morsel of grief she'll consume, to ever single obstruction in her way, to every single looming thread of uncertainty he'll answer.
And it'll be just this.
I love you.'
I love you.
No matter what, I love you.
I would never give up on you. not today, not tomorrow, not when you grow old, not when you break and tear apart, not when you lose yourself.
I will always love you.
And I will find you.
Wherever you are.
In that lost land of yours.
I'll find you.
I will touch you and I will feel you.
I will fight this.
I will fight for you.
We'll survive this.
We will always survive.
Because you've freed me, you've shown me light, your beliefs have changed me, you're the answer to every single prayer I made in agony.
And I will find your light.
I will stand by you in every ugly storm and I won't let you ever feel alone.
I'll show you the way; I'll be your guide.
But in the lost land, where you wander aimlessly now, I'll barge through with a bag of sunlight, a bottle of fireflies and when the night's too dark, I'll find the stars and they'll guide me.
To you.
And together, we'll find life.
Because, I would fill every inch of your soul with my love and there will be so much of it, every single scar of past will fade away.
I'll do whatever it takes.
I'll bring your smile back.
Whatever it takes.
She's broken. So is he. She's hurting. So is he. He wants to touch her and soothe her and fill her in his arms and wipe away all her tears. She wants to feel, to know to find herself but she's lost.
And like I always say.
Why do you get lost?
To be found.
Their will love will triumph.
It always will.
Rida😳
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