My Beauty Is My Strength.

The Struggle was hard.

The journey was narrow.

Did it really happen to me???

Was it really me choking and crying every day and night without letting anyone hear me cry???

The Struggle was hard.

The Suffering was personal.

Did it really happen to me???

The cold clouds of darkness over my beauty of my mind.

All alone left inside my mind , suffering,panicking and crying.

But....

But....

I didn't let my depression suppress my voice of dream.

Yes,the struggle was hard.

Some faces mocked my depression and laughed.

Some faces didn't laugh but happy as i was lost in the deep ocean of sadness with no ship of hope.

Some faces lend me their hands and didn't let me drown because i didn't let go of myself.

Yes,It happened to me.

Yes,I was scared to death.

Yes,I did hate myself to moon and back,

I swallowed it all alone and drowned all alone there.

I'm proud that I didn't let suffering choke my voice.

I'm proud that I flied out of the dark sky without letting anyone know the trace of it

I'm proud to share that I was depressed

I'm proud that I didn't let anything win over me.

It's true as my soul exists,that i suffered,cried and seeked help.

But,that help didn't ray out of outside sunshine.

It glowed from inside when I realized,

Help or hope ,trust or believe never bloom outside but from within.

Stil I wonder,

Did it really happen to me???

But I stand astonished now ,that i really did do it all aone.

I'm proud of my strength that can inspire souls and can make a difference.

Even though choked voices whisper in my ears that "I'm weak".

But my strength always reminds me of its presence in my soul paving its way out of weakness.

Finally I'm at peace with the rays of my soul n waves of my heart and thoughts of my beautiful mind ,

when I realized "My Beauty is my strength".