Hi Dears,
I’ve never been a fan of tough-love. I’ll always claim it’s not the answer to our troubles. But, sometimes it’s the only way for me. I will moan for a certain time yes. But knowing this will finally sink in. I need time. But you should know it’s not in vain.
Like a seed you implanted in me it will still grow. I will bloom and end up turning this into a lesson and a way to find resilience.
Even in the roughest times, I not only do it for myself but for you. I have in me this power of rekindle the tiniest flame, maybe covered in ashes, but from dust to light, it shall rise again.
Even at my most apathetic stage, when everything looks dark and at its nearest end, something tells me : nope. No, Lorna, it’s not your time.
I rage about it, i strongly disagree. Why wouldn’t I ? I’m fed up of taking what feels like a million slap in the face.
I call 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 the blue love in me.
