Survival can be beautiful !! 


The things that failed to kill me

 are the ones I survived ;

Bleeders that failed to heal

 are the wounds I beautified;


What if…? 

The voices too loud to deafen my ears

The images too sharp to fog my eyes

The scenes too bright for my nerves to go hazy

The thoughts too gulped to lump at my throat

The scents too hollow to pit in my sorrow 

The imagery too walled for it to be walked 

The spirit too vacuous for the essence to follow


I won’t let my pain into vain

I won’t let my hurt turn my heart

I’ll make my heart better !!!! Not bitter !!!!


Depression is also smaller than you. 

Always, it’s smaller than you, even when it feels vast. 

It operates within you, you don’t operate within it. It may be a dark cloud passing across the sky but – if that’s the metaphor- You are the sky. You were there before it. And the cloud can’t exist without the sky, but the sky can exist without the cloud.

I thought my Heart would explode 

And yes it did explode….

In a fountain bursting into showers of LOVE 

It sank me deep into itself….immersing me in it’s purity 

Transforming the parts that were not Love and

Healing every bit of it 

Soon after, I became LOVE

LOVE was me and I was LOVE !!!! 

~ Sakshi