Pieces of a Broken Glass

It felt cold against my hand
Picking up the pieces of this broken glass
Everything it once held is now spilled
All dried up under the scorching heat.

I tried to mend those broken pieces,
Even cut myself as I did.
But still I tried to mend what was broken,
Hoping it will be back once again.

But hopelessness caught up with me
My hands are now too tired.
I could have held on with my will
But that too is now all gone.

I took a deep breath and looked up at the same sun
Under which the contents of my glass dried up
But I did not condemn it, for it gave me an assuring smile
So I let go of the pieces and I was filled with warmth.

Letting Go and Holding On

Sometimes we don’t have to seek after love. Sometimes, love just has its own way of finding us.

There are just moments in life when we think that we already found the best; that we already have for ourselves the perfect partner. These are the moments that we start to fight for the relationship even when we, ourselves, were already convinced that the battle is lost. But at these moments we prefer to push it at the back of our mind and pretend to be fooled. We still fight for it without even knowing why we still do. Then we just hurt ourselves and we hurt ourselves more. This time, I think, is when we should let go.

I think it’s the fear that we couldn’t find someone better. That after the white flag has been raised, we have but a worse relationship ahead of us. Because of this, we turn a blind eye to our own feelings and disappointments. We force ourselves to believe that everything is okay, that everything will get better. But no, everything will only get worse.