The Wrongs We Do, Open Doors To Do Right
Your mistakes might not be a mistake after all. Bad things stay where they have to stay for a reason. As insane as it may sound, it truthfully is.
Dearest friend,
There are days when I feel so small like I could barely see myself existing in such a big world. And often, I wonder what does it means for me to be here when there is such a huge number of mistakes I have made in the past. We know we are not perfect, to be normal. But honestly, it feeds us alive to the bones. Sometimes it is too much to take to even believe it to be true.
We often do that, you know, blaming ourselves. Sometimes we hate ourselves so much that we drew in thick fogs around our mind & vision; we would feel something isn’t tucked right, but clearly can’t seem to remember/see clearly what is there to be the problem, that awaits. Like waiting to be hunted.
We moved on a lot from bad things, bad endings, bad memories. We hate the haunting feelings that begin to creep up our skin. We will eventually shake the things off before it has successfully reached the deepest part of us; the part where the pain outgrew the soul, like a monster & a small lonely child in a corner of the room.
But then again, here I am, where I have to stretch open my arms wider and wider for me to see through a sky so big one could barely see. We are here for a reason. This is what I’m here for, to remind you about the beauty & the deadly past you have; even to the one with deadly fangs and long deep thorns are all there for a reason. Don’t be so hard on yourself; taking everything into account just to avoid you from forgiving, you. As insane as it sounds, it sadly is true: the bad is there for a reason. It is not there to intentionally haunt you. Maybe it is not your fault after all.
But just like imperfect humans are, we are often late to know its truth. I am standing on the side of the road waiting for the light to turn green when I am very much aware, I should be smiling. Things take time, but if no one is there to remind you of what is on the other side of that fog of yours in your little mind, when will you arrive home? You should be staring up at the sky and shout and feel whatever it is you need to encounter. Make peace with yourself, that is actually why humans forgive; not whole-fully for the other, but it is for the sake of themselves.
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Poem
With my most tender heart,
Valencia Wilianto, @PoetryOfHvaw
