Is life all about holding on or letting go?
By holding the ambrosial candle for the removal of filth, I fell at the noirceur corner with my aching heart that didn't let it go. But I don't break with every time I fall. I break with incidents which stabs me from back. I break when 'embrace' become an option and not a choice.
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Some hear me yelling. Some hear my silence. And some silence my silences. The one who never know, never questions and the one who knows, never answers. And I am swinging midst the question mark and a full stop. I don't know either to fall down or make them rise up.
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I love how the twist in plot change the whole story. But time flips the table with hemartithia for my heart to ache, when I wish such twist not to be welcomed. Some I know. Some I don't. And that's why I'm unsurely sure about the pieces of broken heart that embrace my hidden tears.
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