Words slip through my fingers, they crumble away,
Like trying to catch light on a cloudy day.
This pain, it lingers, but I can\u2019t quite say,
How it feels like I’ve been pushed off a mountain\u2019s sway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Numbness creeps in, like a thief in the night,
Maybe it’s shock, denial, or fright.
The hurt runs so deep, it\u2019s out of my sight,
So intense, it fades, like stars losing their light.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A tingle spreads, a shiver in my skin,
Wanting to scream, but not from within.
Tears sit in my eyes, but they won\u2019t begin,
Wishing this ending would just let me win.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But here I am, at the edge of it all,
The end of the fight, where the mighty fall.
Helpless I stand, against this tall wall,
Wishing, just wishing, for a different call.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We build our homes in others’ hearts,
Brick by brick, we play our parts.
We fill them up with love and care,
Hoping to find some comfort there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We paint the walls with trust so deep,
In their embrace, we long to sleep.
We judge ourselves by how they see,
Thinking that’s the way to be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But when they leave, they take it all,
The roof, the walls, the heart\u2019s soft call.
Suddenly we’re out in the cold,
Feeling empty, lost, and old.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s not that we\u2019ve got nothing left,
Just that we gave away our best.
We put our worth in someone\u2019s hands,
And now we’re left with shifting sands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The truth is, home\u2019s not in their eyes,
It’s in the place where your soul lies.
So build your home within your heart,
Where it can never fall apart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stop sitting around, waiting for a change,
No one\u2019s coming to save you, it\u2019s time to rearrange.
Don\u2019t wait for love, or the perfect day,
Stop holding your breath, life\u2019s slipping away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How often do you scroll, just killing time,
Lost in your phone, like you\u2019re waiting for a sign?
Or filling every gap with calls and shows,
But deep down, that emptiness grows.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It\u2019s like eating and eating but never getting full,
Taking in so much, yet feeling so dull.
You\u2019re waiting for something, you can\u2019t quite name,
But nothing\u2019s coming, it\u2019s all the same.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stop waiting for that magic fix,
It\u2019s time to move, it\u2019s time to mix.
Life won\u2019t change just because you sit still,
It\u2019s up to you to climb that hill.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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