Flow with the fleetingness, if you can,
beloved.
Half-healed souls cannot cure one's
brokenness.
Break your heart if it's needed, let the
leftover pain escape.
Grow yourself that invincible strength,
to find peace in the quiet.
Let time pour reasons on your shattered
pieces to ask life to stay.

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But then,
from a delicate bud
She blossomed
Into the most beautiful flower
With thorns.

/Womanhood transition//

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Beauty lies in the art of transition
we often miss to see.
We keep separating shades
of turbulence from our lives,
without realizing the Aurora Borealis
which takes place.

Sometimes, turmoil is beautiful.

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In between the trasition
from living to surviving,
hues of death showed up;
faded yet bold.

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I envy the fate of the blossoms.
With their transient life
Each day they rise
With the Sun and shrunk with
His departure,
Allowing his light to overleap
Without any hindrance...

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I let you go thinking that,just,maybe I can still hold onto where we were.I thought,we could still cover the rift of differences with the lost trust again.I believed those"I am sorry" texts everytime YOU needed ME,and cried myself to sleep when you didn't look at me for a whole day.I still had your back,even when YOU accused me of breaking your trust,leaving only the shell behind,for the confidence and joy,you took away with you in your pocket.YOU broke me into pieces that kept bleeding and would die until someone stitched them up.You came,declaring you could heal my jagged edges,but I forgot that YOU are perfect,cant co-exist with flaws,can we?So you walked away.After so many chances I gave you,after I gave you everything I had,you chose to walk away,leaving me dying.But then,the sunshine of dark,covered my nude emotions up,shrouding me in its mute light.The blood turned black,inky,and the grounds were then smeared with words of your betrayal.I rose,leaving those pieces there and flew away with the passing wind,seeing you do the same to someone else that you did for me.I plucked my wing and threw it to you and laughed when the color drained from your face when you read "BEWARE"

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Being specific about colour and being specific about the brand of the shoe,
Somewhere in between these two,
we all grew.

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Transition is an
upside-down process.
You cannot think
straight and act sane.

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From trouble-making to troubleshooting. We certainly have come a long way!

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