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The Avenue of Healing
Hydie Mariel M. Adarlo @hydzmrl
The memory of me, shattering into pieces, still haunts me every time. It’s an indication of how broken I was when everything fell apart. The ghost of the past visits mostly at the happiest times, ruining everything. As time passed by, I got used to it. I got used to crying after laughing and drinking with my friends. Breaking down becomes comfort, my daily living. It was as if I could never get through this, it’s never ending.
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However, maybe life is not that evil. Maybe this breaking point is just part of a journey. An adventure I must go through. Maybe, this anxiousness and depression can end. Maybe being aware of these feelings, and embracing all these is part of the avenue of healing.
poem
Fine
Ingrid M. Lescano @ingridlscn
How are you?
I’m
Feeling free and myself again
I can do whatever I want, dream whatever I want to be
No rules to follow anymore
Everything starts all over again
How am I?
I’m fine.
tanaga
Bathtime
After one month of sadness
She cleans, clears away stress. She runs the bath, soap ready She hums, feeling good; steady
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