And you would know.

And You would know in an instant...
You would know who is yours.
You would know who cares.
You would know who just says and who really acts.
The house of words would fall so hard.
The tower of act would only get stronger.
A time will come and you will realize, you will know.
Reality comes crashing down and hits you hard.
Those caring, will still be caring, those loving, will still be loving.
Just that a few names will be omitted.
Just that some people will be your history.
Just that some people will make it into the past.
Just that your heart will hurt alot-
But you will know, it's still a blessing.
It's still good. Because you got to know.
In disguise, you'll realize,
Who writes 'your's truly' and who really is.

Story of pain, misery, grieve and then a smile.

She stood before the mirror. Her face, pale. Her color, yellow. Eyes, sunken in the sockets. She was so lost that it took a few moments to realize it was her in the mirror. She had become scary. She touched her face and then touched the mirror. Taking a deep breath in, she accepted the ugly reality, it was her. Loneliness whispered in her ears. Sadness stood beside her.

All alone, she was there, thinking why was she left all alone. Why did she had to face all of this, why was fate so brutal. She stood there. Her life ran through her mind. She wanted to cry. She wanted to shout. She wanted to do something. But she couldn’t. She just couldn’t shout. It felt like every emotion was stuck inside, deep inside. So deep she couldn’t take it out. She thought it was now a part of her. Enriched deep inside her soul.

Next moment, she couldn’t breath. She stood up and tried to open the window. Fresh air came in. sunlight came with it. A realization hit. She had’nt seen sunlight since a long time. She stood before the window taking deep breaths in. She put her hands in her hair. They were the only thing left in her body that was still beautiful. Thick, brown, shiny beautiful hair. Sun light made them look even more beautiful. She looked at her hair and smiled. That was her first smile after a long time. It felt like years that she had’nt used this expression. She felt good. She stood there and thought, is it necessary for the world around me to be okay so that I feel good? Or am I enough for myself to make me feel good? When fate is’nt that brutal, why am I making it seem so brutal? If I can smile now, I can do anything.

Those were the last moments of her misery, sadness, grieve. She had realized she was important too.





Inspired by a writer, I attempted this, hope you'll like it. The place where I took inspiration  from is
THIS. She is an amazing writer!