Spiralling in and out
The ball over there which screamed of her worries as she came to the same realisation again
Her heart was heavy but now empty
With nothing but long-lasting sights to herself of what she wished she could have done better
My heart hurts
It feels like a thousand of tiny pieces
'What's going on?' she questioned
How did I let that happen to her?
Why didn't I stop her, or did it need to happen, for her to get where she is now mentally?
I guess I'll never know
But I just hope that she isn't too hard on herself
And learns to understand that being present sometimes leads to regret in hindsight
But she'll rise in due time
And all of these tiny pieces will quickly sow back together
Planting new seeds of life, glory and victory
A new, fresh canvas full of everything with no holes in sight
With nothing left behind
Nothing holding back
But simply by being free
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