Aurora Blue (2025)

01/02/2024

You can interpret this piece however you understand, but many who enter in to very dark spaces often become used to it. Many of them seek something to help them get out of that place, but when you are ready to overcome that difficult situation, you will slowly find yourself leading the way out on your own.
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Title: Dark spaces

Dark spaces are everywhere
if you tell yourself they are there
and if you ever find yourself right there
in that darkness you speak of

You can sit there for a while if you need to
You can turn off the images of the world
if that means you can rest in that moment
You don't always have to see everything

And though I say this, you might say
that even in your head, you see things
triggers and desires that leave you hopeless
a kind of hopelessness that makes you desperate

You can cry if you want to
or, you can cry again if you have been
whenever you feel like you've lost all control
Sit there in the silence that comes after

If you can't say a nice word today
or acknowledge how hard you've been trying
in times where you feel like you've lost everything
you can rage and shout at those dark spaces

Dark spaces feel lonely, don't they?
but for some reason, you find yourself when
you sit there for too long
and when you're quite new to it, it may feel discouraging

When you are used to it, you stop seeking light
Sometimes, you keep praying to find light
so that you can find a way to get out
but many of us don't know that we glow

We could find our way out without waiting
for something to show us the way
Life doesn't guide you, no one knows the direction
to which you should follow

You can sit in that dark place to rest
You can become comfortable once you turn numb
but when you are ready
those dark spaces surrounding you will lift

Though some day you may see them again
know that those dark spaces will lift again too
and they will surely lift when
you are ready to heal all that's been damaged

23/01/2024

Title: Starting over

No matter how many times you rise up
The darkness will follow you somehow
Wherever you go, it will search for you
That's just how life goes

Many of us are afraid to fail
Many of us are afraid of rejection
Some completely suck themselves up to
bow down to the feet of the predators

Some of us sink into the darkness
deeper and deeper without ever seeing light
and even when a glimpse of light passes by
it's no longer desirable to us anymore

And in the times to which you no longer feel pain
nor do you feel happiness or excitement
in the times when your dreams and goals become absent
the moment you become numb to it all

You can start over again

You can inhale a breath of fresh air
and release all the tightness in your chest
No one really knows
the power of a single deep breath until they take it

And no one really knows
that a single deep breath can defeat the mind
No one really knows
that the mind is just as strong at lifting you up as it is strong in
pulling you down

These days, I find myself questioning why
I keep falling into these dark places
Why am I used to it now that it's become comfortably painful
and then I started to wonder in the midst of this repetition...

Sometimes life itself believed in me more than I did, myself
that it pushed me to this corner, over and over
knowing that someday, I'd know how to get out
when the pain is no longer new

Some day, this sadness will turn me resilient
and I will see that I can start over again
even if that means someday, I may return to this corner
I will start over again then too

because why live in such agony
when... you can save yourself
without killing nor dying
why do you deserve to not exist
why do you not deserve to try again

You can start anew at your own permission
That's all that matters in the end

12/11/2023

This piece is written in both Hmong and English. My grandpa passed away in 2015 and sometimes when I am in a very dark place, I would pray to him to watch over me so that I don't lose myself and give up.

BACKGROUND: In this piece, I mentioned the burning of money and gold which is like sacred sheets of paper (money) meant for the spiritual world. We burn them for blessings, for negotiation, and/or to give to the deceased loved one. When burning money to a passed loved one for blessings, if majority of the paper burns away but leaves a small strip/chunk behind, that remainder signifies the blessings that the passed loved one left for you. If the money burns all the way, then the passed loved one did not leave any blessings behind for you.
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Title: Grandpa's blessings

Kuv yawg aw...
(My grandpa)

Koj dua twg lawm os
(where are you)

Kuv nim hlawv ntawv nyiaj ntawv kub rau koj hmo no os
(I burned money and gold for you tonight)

hu txog koj lub npe os kuv yawg
(calling for your name, grandpa)

Vim yog ntxhov ntxhov kuv plawv
(because my heart feels agitated)

Kuv thiaj txhos caug ntawm thaj av no os
(I am kneeling here on this ground)

Ntsia ntsoov daim ntawv nyiaj no yaj ntshis
(staring as this paper money vanishes)

Es koj nim tseg tau ob ntshua ntawv rau kuv os
(you left behind two strips of paper for me)

Cuag li koj nyob ntawm kuv ib sab pov hwm kuv os
(as if you are next to me watching over me)

Kuv muab koj ob tshua ntawv coj mus ntsaws hauv kuv lub hnab hoovncoos
(I took your two strips of paper and placed it in my pillowcase)

Thov txog koj lub dag zog thiab koj li koob hmoov
(Praying for your strength and your blessings)

Thov koj rub kuv txhais tes os kuv yawg
(please pull my hand, grandpa)

Thov koj coj kuv mus kom cuag lub neej tshav
(please take me to a brighter life)

Vim kuv muaj coob leej neeg ua kuv hlub heev
(because I have so many people who I love)

Coob leej neeg uas kuv yuav tau saib xyuas
(many people who I have to take care of)

Thov koj qee ib qhov dag zog rau kuv os
(please give me a part of your strength)

Vim lub sijhawm no kuv nim taug tsis tau ib kauj ruam
(because right now, I can't seem to take another step)

Yam li lub ntiaj teb cia li tsaus ntuj thoob plaws
(as if the world suddenly grew dark all over)

Kuv ntsia qhov twg los cas zoo li tsis tshuav dabtsi li lawm
(wherever I look at seems to not have anything anymore)

Kuv yawg, thov koj cawm kuv txoj sia os...
(Grandpa, please save my life...)

Ua ntej txoj kev tsaus no coj kuv mus lawm os
(before this darkness takes me away)

Es kuv tsis pom qab rov mus kom txog kuv vaj kuv tsev lawm os...
(in case I won't find my way back home anymore)

Tsam kuv niam kuv txiv txhawj txhawj os...
(in case my mother and father are worried)

Thov koj tsa lub teeb cig rau kuv rov mus kom txog tsev os...)
(please light up the way for me so that I make it back home...)

Es thov koj daws txoj kev nyuaj ntawm kuv hauv siab no
(please release this stress from my chest)

Kuv thiaj tsis quaj quaj li no ntxiv lawm os...
(so that I won't cry like this anymore...)

08/08/2023

Title: Trust me

What's holding me back?
I know the answer, it's me
but I refuse to blame myself for what I lack
it's gotta be something else

I am not the reason why I won't move
I am not stuck because I choose to be
but then again, how long will I deceive
myself that I'm not my one true enemy

The words I hear, the words that I believe
the words that never leave my mind
The immortal anxiety that lives within me
I'm too afraid to allow myself... this step ahead

I can't even be mad...
I gave myself that permission
to remain grounded with this fear
that haunts me in every second of my living

At this point, I just feel bad
for myself...
When did I become so scared?
Maybe all the hurt finally caught up

This damaged being hasn't healed enough
the baggages I carried got too heavy for me
that I fell down below my knees
Please forgive me... for the fear that buries me

Please worry for me
but trust me in your heart
that someday, I will make it out of here...
Someday, I will grieve enough

for the innocence I lost
the bitterness of broken friendships
the terror of being beaten so much
the child I was, I couldn't save...

So please worry for me...
but I'll heal someday
Someday, I'll really be able to let go of
this madness within me

So worry for me...
but trust me...
Forgive me for how long this may take
but until then... let's meet again

07/08/2023

Title: Beauty....

These days, I don't seem to like Me
This body...
Why have you grown this way
and now I longer fit the standards

These days, I stare at you and
I hate you more the longer I look
So do whatever it takes
to become how I want you to be

After every swallow, every gulp
I wish I could vomit all this food out
I can't look at myself
I'm not pretty anymore

Always checking on myself in the mirror
Counting every inch around
I'm so disgusted I could disappear
Since when did I start to become this round

What if the world that once looked at me
So beautifully
As I was before
No longer sees me as such?

Where do I hide...?

What if I can't love how I am now?
Why can't I?
I ask and I ask and I ask
It's so frustrating, I'm really losing my mind

Tell me why and since when
Since when did I ever love myself
'Cause I definitely didn't before
Why do I do this to myself??? Just why?????????? Tell me...

Tell me why do I try so hard?
I'm only human and
I'm growing so beautifully everyday
As each year passes

I'm a good person, I know
Why can't it be enough
Why does the world make me feel this way
Like I'll never look good enough

And for what???
Who do I try to look good for???

If not for myself???

What's even pretty??
What's even beautiful???
'Cause if it ain't our hearts
Then I don't fu***ng know anymore

I'm sick of this unreasonable hatred
Of this innocent, growing body in size
This aging face
Why can't that be beautiful???

Why do we hate it so much??
We'd do whatever to stay away from it
We'd say whatever that hurts enough
And feel like s**t until this all sucks up

And we walk around like starved souls
Starved of love and life itself
Are you happy??? Are we happy????
Just why do we hate ourselves so much...

Why...
For what reason...

Cause I'm sick of hating myself...

I want to love myself so badly...

So why do you stop me....

From loving me....

Why do I stop myself...

I don't want to anymore...

I'm so beautiful already...

Just as I am...

I really am so beautiful already...

06/08/2023

Oftentimes, people become suppressive due to being ignored. We were all expressive at one point in our lives like when we were still kids. But some of us grow up too fast when no one listens to the sadness we had to endure all alone. It's not that we wanted to overcome them alone, but we just had to. So when someone tries to stay and someone tries to love us, we don't know how to accept it. We want to. We just don't know how to.
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Title: If only...

There was a time when
I got too used to holding back
the sadness that I was feeling
I didn't want to, I just had to

Every time I pushed someone away
I didn't mean to
I just had no choice...
I didn't know how to be loved

There was a time before all of that
When I used to clench my fists
patiently waiting 'till I could meet you
so I could tell you how badly I wanted to cry

But you always looked away
though I tried again and again, hopelessly
'till it finally felt like
no one will ever care

I wish you'd hesitate to
believe me when I say that
everything is alright
and ask me again, how am I

Maybe then I might just give in
and tell you the truth
so I'd stop running in hiding .. if only one person listened...

If only one person...
would look at me and say...
"I'm here with you".. I could really start to heal...

30/07/2023

In the midst of darkness, it's easy to forget that you're someone valuable. It's easy to feel like no one is there with you. Depression sometimes blind us from seeing who has stayed and who has left. I wrote this post to thank two women in my life that blessed me with this shirt. I hope they know that this gift means so much to me. I hope we all learn to appreciate the gifts and little blessings we have. It's something I am still learning to do. It's difficult, but thank you for this.
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Title: We Meet Again

As I've said before
I was always chasing after love
Desperately begging that one day
it could be mine for once

Now that I think about it
I don't know why I clung onto it so tight
I just only had my eyes on the idea
of a good love and what it could feel like

I thought love would change my life
and love does do that but
I also learned that chasing after it too much
had made me give up too much

for those who didn't deserve it
and it's good to be hopeful, I'm sure
but I was hopeful for the wrong people
thinking someday they'd love me as who I am

So I left the world and entered into
this completely different other side
No idea how to describe it
I was there alone by myself

I was certain that I had been forgotten
and some did forget me
but some never forgot me
even though it scares me

It scares me to know
that some people remembered me along the way
and they knew I was in a dark place
but they looked at me with such welcoming eyes

whenever we'd meet again

Several months ago
I couldn't attend Agust D (BTS Suga) concert
He is my favorite artist and
I was determined to save every penny for it

But no matter how much I saved
I didn't have enough
so I cried and I exited the site
that I had left opened on my phone for months

But there were two people who
as I mentioned, did not forget me
they went to the concert and
brought home this beautiful shirt for me

Out of the unexpected, out of the blue
For me? What do I even mean to anyone?
But I looked at this shirt and there was a card
and in that card, they encouraged me to keep fighting

All this time, I fought my battles quietly
So I didn't think the sounds of it had
possibly reached anyone around me
But it all hit me in a way I never knew

As I graced my body with this shirt and its love
I learned that as much as I wanted to be forgotten
and as much as I tried to run away
Someone I know had never left me

30/07/2023

One of my longest writings. Wrote this because it's something very important that I learned and discovered about my personal development.
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Title: Falling out of Love

I never really understood
or knew how it looked
to love or to be loved
But naturally, I wanted something close to it

I wondered to myself
If love looked like my mother
gently slipping one shoe at a time
onto my father's foot before he left for work

I wondered if love looked like the rice ball
mixed with boiled chicken
in mother's hand as she placed it in my mouth
Or, was it love when she braided my hair

I also wondered if love looked like the
small, purple plushy that dad brought home
in the middle of the night
and placed it by my bed side

Did love also look like the redness on his face
when he slashed an orange scissor onto my back
and when I bled, it still didn't stop him
but they said he did it only cause he loves me

Could I find love through exchanging messages
with other boys on the internet
Was it the attention?
Was that some sort of infatuation?

When I did get into relationships
I had times where I laughed, but
most of those memories were
filled with a sad, sad loneliness

Still, the temporary attention had me craving
and I somehow got lost in the chasing
I was desperate to feel love
in a way that wouldn't hurt

Many years later, I grew older
I had been through all the phases
from infatuation, to arguments, to break ups
At least I thought I went through it all

'Till my current one

In this one, we never got to be infatuated
Our relationship didn't have a beautiful start
Ended up crying and pushing one another away
'Cause so many were against it

But somehow, we stayed together
We both understood too well
How it felt to not be loved
and especially, abandoned

And in our darkest times
We grew closer together
then we became distant
then we became close again

Like a push and pull kinda game

Then came that day when
all of the remaining excitement
were no longer present and
we forgot how we used to love and care for one another

We only cared about ourselves
more than we did for each other
An endless feeling of waking up
to constant irritations and arguments

Constant blames and constant guilt
Couldn't feel the love inside our hearts anymore
So we stopped making time
to be with each other as we did before

I thought that we were so deeply in love
at one point
Of course we were... if we went through
all of that past together

So why...
Why are we split in the same room
Why don't we ask as often anymore
"Have you eaten? Are you okay? Would you like to?"

I used to tell you everyday
How beautiful you are and
You'd say the same to me too
Now... cuss words and anger are all we know

I thought we had the love of a fairytale
People looked at us at one point
genuinely thinking we were the loveliest
I thought I finally knew what love was

Then suddenly, it no longer felt like
something that would last forever

But...
....But....

I learned that love wasn't always pretty
The way the world painted it
in front of our eyes
We thought it had to look exactly that way

But love fluctuates
Especially when you grow too close
for such a long period of time
Some of us lose sight of what love is

Love is a bond
You learn to express your feelings
You learn to say thank you and
You learn how to say sorry

Love is something that can fall apart
and it takes two strong, willing hearts
to want it badly enough
or else it will break away

Love teaches growth
Love teaches respect
Love teaches safety

Love with your heart
and not with your fist
Not with your grudges
and not with your negligence

I've come to learn
that families and friends
Sometimes, they don't know how to love
Sometimes, they don't stay

Sometimes, you find love elsewhere
and sometimes, you don't need it
in order to be happy
but most importantly

I learned that you could love yourself
You can fall out of love and fall back into it
I learned that love had no definitions
such as how the world presented it to me

I also learned too
that when someone hits you
it doesn't mean they love you
So I ask that in your journey to understand love

You will try your hardest
to learn how to differentiate
between love and abuse
between worthwhile and manipulation

04/07/2023

Title: Denial

I refuse to look behind me and
see again, the things holding me back
I tried to stand still for you all
but my legs are getting restless

I wish to just stare down on the floor
outward enough to where your shadows cannot reach
and remind myself again...
there's no such thing as looking up

It's too hard to acknowledge what I can do
The love I can give to myself
just somehow doesn't fuel my soul
or, at least that was what I was told...

Now I repeat those words to myself
from echoes not of my own that turned into mine
I'm afraid to be alone
so what can I do to belong here?

I lived my life chasing just like that
I never once questioned since the beginning
if I abandoned myself and if I did...
Why did I do that?

I wished to be wanted and loved
But every time I started to love again
nothing ever seemed to last
and love is a beautiful thing, I know

but the more I chased after it
the uglier it started to look

I felt angry with myself
that I completely shut the world out around me
I talked myself into believing that this was true
I am easily forgettable

So I built new layers of walls around me
tall enough to where even on my tippy toes, I wouldn't see
the world again outside of me
no matter how high I jumped, I'd never see again

Though sometimes I'd hear small knocks and whispers
at a distance between the walls
like someone is just really trying to take them down
and at times... I wished they would just do it

I don't know why I thought I could survive
from being unkind to myself
when there's no way I'd ever thrive
for thinking it was my only safe place

'Cause if this is my safe place
why does it hurt being here...
why do I run out of breath
I didn't realize this home I built was in fact, my prison

I was the only one, in the end
who couldn't watch myself be set free
I was too afraid that my honesty
would bring me more rejection than peace

I held onto grudges I lied about forgiving
I held onto this kinda pride I denied I had
But I lied about it all at that time
I don't think I ever healed enough during then

All those thoughts chained me down
from wanting to believe again
that I could ever find love and friendship
but the truth is... no one knows

The future is meant to make changes
sometimes in unexpectedly blissful ways
so don't be too alarmed
when someone finally stays

13/06/2023

I can understand why mental health is a social stigma. Though I do hope that if one feels uncomfortable with it, please do not look down on it. You don't have to be involved with it nor should you disrespect/look down upon someone's mental health.

I care a lot about about my mental health. Three years ago, I didn't though. However, because I do prioritize my wellbeing now, others think that I should "save" them from their darkness. I get emotionally manipulated to help others. By loving myself, it doesn't mean that I am a savior or that I will go to each person to pull them out of a dark place. You don't have to save others when you've saved yourself. But if you think that is your calling, then sure.

Please, please know that YOU are the only one who can save yourself. I say this because only you know yourself best regardless of how long it may take for you to reach where you want to be. Someone also told me that I've made no progress. This came from someone who admitted to not having any understanding of what mental health is, so if you don't know what it is, please do not judge the progress of someone's journey.

Someone also recently told me to not share too much about my personal life or mental health. I was also told to not talk about those who traumatized me back then because it could put those people at risk if I no longer feel resentment or bitter towards them. Although no one has shown hatred towards those who I mentioned, I do hope it remains that way where everyone can understand that I have forgiven my traumas. I do not wish ill upon anyone and I will continue to freely express my mental health. Speaking of past traumas do not mean they're still current. It's OKAY and it's GOOD to be able to speak of such a past and be able to feel alright now.

Some people say I write for attention and yes, I do. If it caught your attention, then I've reached a goal. Now you have some insight of mental health. But for the most part, I write to release/free myself from the stigmas. I write to show how uplifting this process can be. It's not perfect, but it's healthy.

So many of us are used to hiding or suppressing our own emotions to the point where we avoid feeling them. We sometimes don't even know who we are anymore because suppression makes us feel lost and careless about ourselves.
I know how it feels to be in hiding and I risk my stories by sharing them publicly because my hope is to normalize conversations or sharing of emotions and psychological health/wellbeing.

You heal by facing your own difficult emotions and processing them. It's not just about clinging onto some sort of anchor. If I can help someone, then this is the only thing I can say. I don't intend to be someone who can pull your heart strings and lift you etc. I can't be that person. I can only be someone you might be able to relate to.

03/06/2023

I write a lot of pieces about my mom, but I wanted to write this for my dad. It's only a small part of all that I've had with him and how much I love my dad. A lot of the times, mothers get more than fathers on mother's day compared to father's day. Wanted to write this piece in dedication to my father. (father's day is on June 18)
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Title: Dad

That dim light shooting out the
small opening of your bedroom door
where a glimpse of your body showed
with half covered under a blanket

You were crying quietly to mom
Like a call for help
in your most hopelessness
but it never changed

that clear tube pierced in your stomach
it was still there...
every time you opened your eyes
I didn't know then... how much a man cried

alone to himself...
afraid his kids might know
more than they already do
I couldn't tell then either...

That look in your face
every time we carried another set of bags
it was 8:00 pm every night, right...?
You'd kick us out and hesitate again

Whether you should press the button
of that dialysis machine you hated so much
I learned later on...
how many times you considered passing on...

You probably don't know this, but...
I heard you whisper to mom that night...
How you prepared your will
and who gets what and what

But I wasn't grown enough...
to notice how lonely a father felt
I didn't know...
so many people told mom to leave...

an ill husband was somehow equated...
to worthlessness...

Too many times, you started to believe
you weren't deserving anymore
what can a sick man do...
"Go find someone new"

All of your dreams...
they shattered too fast before you
and it all finally got to you
in the middle of the night

Mom noticed something wasn't right
you couldn't talk...
she took a needle to your head
and your blood splattered all over her shirt

I remember...
You left for the emergency room...
You were unconscious and cold...
I remember your blue-ing fingers...

They couldn't curl back on mine
when I held them by your bedside...
on this hospital bed...
Was it really going to end like this??...

I was just a little child...
I did too many things in my lifetime
to disappoint you
and to tell the truth...

Sometimes, you weren't a good father...
There were moments when...
I thought I would never forgive you
I've shoved you, I've ran and yelled to your face

But in the end...
We were two broken innocent souls...
and somehow, we found each other here...
with a deep love we never thought...
we would ever feel...

'Cause we hated each other
Wouldn't look at one another
Stood face to face
with our fists clenched tightly

A father was going to hit her daughter
and a daughter was going to fight her father

I used to wish you weren't my dad...
So I kept dating boys here and there...
If only I could get married, this Hmong girl could leave
and finally be free...

But when I finally left home, un-married...
You cried on the couch all night...
I didn't even know...
how sorry you felt...

Your parents had failed you...
They couldn't love you, they wished you ill...
and you grew up, an un-loved son...
it was all you knew...

but somehow, you searched desperately...
"how do you love a child?"
You tried to learn what your parents never taught...
so we would grow up knowing love...

You just wanted to be my good father...
and I just wanted to be your good daughter...
I love you a lot, you know...
You did everything you could to raise me...

Dad, I'm just proud of you...
Your illness will never define you...
and I know you love me like crazy too...
I'm sorry I don't say this enough...
But, I love you like crazy too...

I understand now, dad...
Everything's gonna be alright from here...

You're not alone anymore...
I'm not running away anymore...

02/06/2023

I wrote this piece to address my imposter syndrome and life trauma. I wrote this piece to honor mental health. It is me talking to myself. May be triggering/uncomfortable, so please read at your own risk.
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Title: My addiction to sadness

Fu***ng coward
You'll never be good enough
I will bury you deep into the grounds
even if you dare defend yourself

You'll always be known to me, incapable
a nuisance, a burden, a mistake
brought to this world against your will
Remember these words wherever you go

Let those feelings of despair take control
and feel it eat away your soul
little by little till it reaches your grave
a grave with no tomb, no one to grieve you

You'll always be alone
abandoned by those you love
and you'll never forget
that hunger for companionship

It'll always keep you wondering
with no answers to your questions
Lost and confused
Innocent and neglected

Your life will only be dark memories
to which you'll never be freed
until the day you leave
without a reason or word

I'll always find a way
to murder your every opportunity
of any possible confidence
that may be seeping into your chest

And...
I'll always never know why
I hate you the way that I do...
I just wanted to save you...

But the ways I've tried to...
have only pushed you further away
I've stolen every single hope you've had
and yet... I thought it was the right way

If I kept you safe from this world
If only I could turn you hopeless enough
You'd end your life and run from here
But then I realized...

I had never truly asked you...

Was this what you wanted...?
Or, have I made it so...
that you're too used to this sadness now..that you can't believe anymore...

It wasn't someone else holding you back
It was me...
You can look at me and be disappointed
I have no justification for my own actions

Planting whispers in your head so you'd give up
Though they were only supposed to be whispers...
they ended up outgrowing your conscious voice...
Still, I had really believed it...
that death would be your only remedy

So I cycled around you like an endless wheel
with dad's thick rope on the TV stand
till it choked your breath and paint you blue
I thought I was saving you...

but truthfully, you were always stronger
than I knew...
I refused to acknowledge your resilience
and how you didn't need a reason to be lifted...

Every time you cried and lost your voice
Even when you fell asleep on soaked pillows
You'd always try to wake up the next morning
and push your life out longer than I had planned

Sometimes, loving someone too much
triggers an anxiety that won't calm
and you'd do whatever it takes
to keep that person chained to you

So I refused to let you fly...
'cause when we were younger...
the only conversations we had
were that of which we were too good at surrendering

I didn't realize...
You had started to heal...
and I kept carrying this resentment...
it was the only way I knew how to exist...

I had forgotten how it felt...
that innocent, curious child we both were
before we got abused
and forced to grow up too fast...

We used to beg for help...
even when we knew that silence
would be our only response...
we stayed hopeful enough till we lost it...

and I had been holding onto that despair...
as we both agreed that night
but overtime, I didn't notice...
you had grown so strong...

You made light in this dark tunnel
instead of looking for that end
where people had promised you...
"a light at the end of the tunnel"

You became everything you wanted to be...
Strong...
Loving...
Resilient...

You became a safe place...

Aurora Blue

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