Everyday / Friday, May 1st, 2015

There are times when you have to lead a life that others want of you. You fight against it, but you are always the tiny voice that babbles incoherently. You keep waiting for that tiny voice to speak up a little more. To take the courage. To swallow the pill. To devour the criticism. To churn away the self-doubt and worse, the mocking words of doubt that comes from others. It’s one thing when you doubt yourself. But worse when no one has faith in you.

And so I stand. Waiting. For the sun to set and another to rise. For that feeble voice to become emboldened. The light is always the darkest before dawn. May I embrace the night then.


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