Hope – The Uncoiled

When You Hit Rock Bottom – A Poem

Anjila Shrestha — Sat, 24 Jul 2021 02:47:18 +0000

The hopeless feeling and the heavy heart 
The sleepless nights and the teary eyes 
The continuously falling self-esteem and the anxiousness 
The loneliness and the fake smile 

I remember them
I remember them all 
I remember being in pain 
I remember denying them 

And I remember getting no help 
I was naive 
I didn’t know how the world worked 
So I blamed on myself 

I blamed my parents 
And I blamed the society 
What was I supposed to do? 

What was a girl living miles away from her home supposed to do? 
When you hit rock bottom, it does not makes sense
When you hit rock bottom, you question yourself

Hitting rock bottom in my life only made me stronger. It made me challenge the same thing that once broke me. This message is to everyone who is thriving, hustling, and living each day at a time: that you will make it. That you will make yourself proud!!

The Storm doesn’t Rage Anymore: I let it all out.

Zainab Sharif — Sat, 12 Dec 2020 04:22:53 +0000

“You helped me find the way”, they take another sip and look at me with gratitude. I know what that means. I know they’re not the only ones. There were many, and there are many more.

“I mean it,” they say.

It ties a knot in my throat. I feel like I’m not there anymore. I’m back to where I belong. I can’t speak. A single word uttered will leave me battered.

My words betray me as I struggle to form sentences. I sit there, mute, with a storm raging inside.

“I appreciate that,” I say.

I come back, and I don’t look back. I’m content, yet lost.

I close my eyes and hit the bed. The numbness gets carried away with the eyes bawling out.

The storm doesn’t rage anymore. I let it all out.

But the knot is still there. It doesn’t drown.

“When will I find mine?” I ask.

“When will I find mine?” I wonder.