Let there be love...
sUmmer heAt
Let there be love.
There are some memories, not quite aplenty but still some, which return to a person at the most untimely of times and with the most painful hurt. These memories are little thorns embedded in the forgotten depths of the heart which surface from time to time, especially when a certain trigger is set off. Least when you expect them to.
These memories may have been cumulated from childhood events. Then, you were too young to understand the reasons for feeling the pain. But the pain was real…so real that somehow your subconscious did not forget it. Now, with the passing of the seasons, and (hopefully) with the mind better acquainted with how emotions work, these memories suddenly reappear.
You think about what happened for a second or two. Though it has been such a long way back, everything remains obscenely clear. Every single detail of events. Every single string of emotions. Every single word and sound. And everything fuses together and it becomes even more crystal clear. So clear that you wished you didn’t have to face the truth of what happened.
In a moment, in that moment of abject clarity… you see what has caused you the hurt. And because now you finally understand it, the pain escalates ten-folds, leaving you gasping for breadth as you succumb to the acute pain in the chest region. It seems as if a curse has been unleashed, and those rather harmless little thorns have undergone metamorphosis to become lethal daggers.
These daggers carve out their names in your heart. Disgust. Shame. Lies. Hatred. Hypocrisy. Injustice. Inequality. Condescendence. Unhappiness. Angst. Neglect. Abuse. Humiliation. All the horrors of the world now reside at the bottom of your heart. All of the horrors.
But…but may you also not forget the almost vanishing strand of self love which every human is imbued with. Let there be love.
I have the courage to face anything.
(except cockroaches)
Let there be love.
There are some memories, not quite aplenty but still some, which return to a person at the most untimely of times and with the most painful hurt. These memories are little thorns embedded in the forgotten depths of the heart which surface from time to time, especially when a certain trigger is set off. Least when you expect them to.
These memories may have been cumulated from childhood events. Then, you were too young to understand the reasons for feeling the pain. But the pain was real…so real that somehow your subconscious did not forget it. Now, with the passing of the seasons, and (hopefully) with the mind better acquainted with how emotions work, these memories suddenly reappear.
You think about what happened for a second or two. Though it has been such a long way back, everything remains obscenely clear. Every single detail of events. Every single string of emotions. Every single word and sound. And everything fuses together and it becomes even more crystal clear. So clear that you wished you didn’t have to face the truth of what happened.
In a moment, in that moment of abject clarity… you see what has caused you the hurt. And because now you finally understand it, the pain escalates ten-folds, leaving you gasping for breadth as you succumb to the acute pain in the chest region. It seems as if a curse has been unleashed, and those rather harmless little thorns have undergone metamorphosis to become lethal daggers.
These daggers carve out their names in your heart. Disgust. Shame. Lies. Hatred. Hypocrisy. Injustice. Inequality. Condescendence. Unhappiness. Angst. Neglect. Abuse. Humiliation. All the horrors of the world now reside at the bottom of your heart. All of the horrors.
But…but may you also not forget the almost vanishing strand of self love which every human is imbued with. Let there be love.
I have the courage to face anything.
(except cockroaches)
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