Walk Beside Me

My mother has lived her whole life for others, being a daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother. never for once, she has had the liberty to be herself, to just be her without the roles assigned to her to serve others.  more than her giggles, I've heard her whimper and to hear her hearty laughter would be once in a blue moon. she has beautiful white skin and a natural rosy tint to her cheeks, but the unhealed wounds in her heart would tell you a different story.  I have never heard her speak ill of anyone, she always says that nobody is evil, it is the circumstance that makes they act the way they do, and I argue with her about people who purposely hurt her and make her feel small and she asks me to be kinder to them. she does not understand science very well, but she still teaches me everything I need to know to not just survive but be successful in life and I don't know how she does it.   from teaching me maths tables to prepare me for my interviews, from hugging me witho...

Forgive yourself for the vigorous tries that you have spent on people. Forgive yourself for meeting up to their expectations when you should have met your own. Forgive yourself for giving oceans to the people who deserved only a pond of yours. Forgive yourself for depending on others for your stand. And for running behind them with your tired legs. Forgive yourself for expecting gold from copper. Forgive yourself for falling hard when people push, knowing it's okay to get hurt sometimes. Forgive your belief which specified that they were real. Forgive yourself, cause that's when healing starts. Forgive, but don't forget. And change, learn and stand again, yet alone, this time.  It will be hard for sure, it may even seem impossible at the beginning, but dear, you are steel dripping with honey. You will bend, but you'll not break.  Believe in yourself and become stronger than before. Forgive, cause that's when healing starts. -Pranavi Darsi