Tiny steps

Something pinched my ego yet again.

So many times, I have repeated this lesson (related to the situation)with myself, yet evertime I forget what I learnt and end up in pain and sadness. My mood changes at the drop of a hat, when something clashes with my pretentious layers.

However, the good part is something is shifting in me. Ofcourse, the lesson is learnt by my mind every single time my false self gets hurt and the lesson has a permanent residence in the conscious part of the brain now. (It’s been years since I have been repeating the lesson.) However, the lesson was not absorbed by the soul and the heart. But now, I see it making its way into the heart and¬† soul. It has started taking tiny steps. And, I am quite elated.What would earlier take days to heal, now heals in a span of some hours and even minutes.

I am in all gratitude for getting such situations, again and again. (Such situations don’t please me, but I know, they are vital, for me to be what I have to be). Because, I know, soon the essence of the lesson will be the part of my heart and soul.

Yes, Journey of a thousand miles begin with the first step and I am glad, that I have been walking some steps not that frequently, but yes, occasionally.

Yes, the tiny steps.

Yes, yes, Healing is a daily process.

 

#gratitude

Scathed

 

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As a kid, I created questions for everything

As a young girl, I still do

But what I do more often these days

is build up explanations and interjections

that account my behavior, actions and gestures

I weave from my words

a beautiful and right story

that firstly, premiers in my mind

and then hit the screens of people

The story that is devoid of any errors

of rejections, failures, insecurities, weaknesses or mistakes

and that only comprises strengths, securities, successes and winnings

I have lost my real courage

courage of showing the real

The courage

that expressed and embraced my flaws

that stood firm beside my mistakes

that enveloped my wrong decisions in its arms

that proudly announced my falls

What I hold on to cautiously

are the fragile and pretentious layers

of all the right and good things

which together support

the insecure ego

the ego that is an imposter

that has deceived the real me

that has wrapped me in a

shining, glittery gift wrap of acceptance and attention

the wrap that one day will get torn

and leave me bruised and scathed

Will leave me bruised and scathed

Hurtful-Words

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