I'm the story you never told. And I'm telling your story now. I'm telling the secrets you want to hide but can't keep hidden. Listen, as the fire crackles and the cat curls up on your lap. Listen, as your hair stands at uncanny reflections. Listen to your heart, screaming. listen, and dream.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Be Alright


She stares out into the evening sky, 
Stars reflecting in her eyes. 
She sighed, 
As if the whole weight of the world was on her shoulders. 

 You look at her, 
An eyebrow raised, 
Questioning; wondering, 
What is running through her mind at the moment. 

 She turns and catches you staring. 
Smiling sadly, she shakes her head, 
Telling you not to worry, 
Telling you not to care. 

 You prod her, 
Wanting to know, 
Demanding to comprehend. 
They said, curiosity killed the cat. 

 She grinned. 
“It’s nothing,” she says, in that world weary tone. 
“I was just thinking about some promises I’d made to myself. 
The promises I made and broke.” 

 You don’t say anything. 
Waiting patiently for her to continue. 
Giving her your complete attention. 
Just like a friend should. 

 “Cause, if anything I’ve learnt, 
I learnt that you’ll always break that one promise to yourself. 
The one where you swore never to be hurt again. 
The one where you vowed never to be so foolish once more.” 

 “Each time I found myself cry over someone worthless, 
I’d tell myself that 
This would be the last time I would ever do so; 
I won’t ever be hurt again.” 

 “Each time I’m proven wrong. 
Each time, I find myself, 
Crying on your shoulders once more, 
Like a sense of déjà vu.” 

“But slowly I realized 
Love’s like that. 
It’ll break you down into a million pieces. 
So much so, that it’ll feel like you won’t ever get up once more.” 

 “And once I understood that fact, 
I learnt that, 
Love heals. 
And it makes you strong again.” 

 “It is not time that will heal all. 
It’s love. 
Always has been and always will be. 
It’s fear that keeps holding you back.” 

 “So this time, I’m making a different promise to myself,”
 She said, with tears rolling down her cheeks. 
“This time, I’m promising that the next time, 
I find myself crying on your shoulders, I’m doing things differently.” 

 “Once love heals me, 
I’m going to fall even harder, love even more 
And I won’t let fear make me turn my back on love. 
I won’t run away again.” 

 You look at her and smile. 
You’re not worried about her. 
You’re not afraid if she’d come running back again to cry. 
Because you know she’s going to be alright.



Picture by: Royston Toh

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