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I hope the future greets me softer someday too...

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There was a time I wore a heavy soul, Where broken thoughts had quietly taken control. I was cruel to myself, yet kind to every face, Smiling for the world while losing my own place. I carried storms behind laughter in my eyes, Turned pain into silence, truth into disguise. I gave joy away while my own heart bled, Fighting endless wars inside my head. But now I’m learning sunlight can remain, That healing still exists after so much pain. I try to choose peace instead of fear, To live in the moment, to stay fully here. Yes, the past still knocks some nights uninvited, And tears still appear when old wounds are ignited. But I no longer sit there breaking apart, I gather my pieces, I soften my heart. And even with no vision of what waits for me, I trust the path Allah wrote that I cannot yet see. With all of my heart, my soul, and my mind, In Him alone, true peace I find. For I believe His plans are gentler than mine, Even the delays will make sense in time. And maybe every hardship I onc...

Cherish the good heart...

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Sometimes a good heart is like a quiet candle in a loud room. It burns gently, gives warmth, and asks for nothing in return. But people often notice fireworks more than candles.  Not because the candle is less beautiful, but because the world has grown used to noise, not sincerity. A pure heart gives, listens, forgives, and stays. And because it stays, people begin to believe it will always stay. So they test it. They stretch it. Sometimes they break pieces of it… thinking it will still glow the same. And the good heart wonders: If I give so much love, why does no one hold it carefully? But the truth is, many people do not recognize the value of a gentle soul until they have already wounded it. A good heart wants to be cherished not because it is weak, but because love, by its nature, longs to be received. A river does not flow only to itself, it flows to reach the ocean. 🌊 But one day, the pure heart learns something deeper. Not through advice. Not through books. But through sile...

The world needs to see you be human...

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The world has to see you as human, Not perfect, not sculpted in gold. One-handed truths, As long as you are invisible to yourself, you are invisible To the stories you’ve never told. It does not require perfect answers Or smiles that never break. “It needs your trembling courage,” he said, And the risks you’re afraid to take. Be human through all of your becoming, In the nights you don’t feel enough A line of people In the stillness of your troubles, In the days when breathing feels tough. Let them understand the meaning of your tears, Every one a truth you survived. Let them see how you fall apart And still want to go on living. It is distant and cold, perfection; It teaches the heart to pretend, to conceal. But humanity holds out its hands And says, “You don’t have to mend.” Your scars aren’t a sign of weakness They prove that you at least tried. What you loved with an open heart, And refused to feel numb inside. So show up messy and honest, With faith...