Alena's Euphoric Quill

I wish I had it all figured out, But I'm stuck in the middle of the road, Confused between left and right, Unable to choose between sweet and savour. I wish I had it all figured out, To know what to hold and what to let go, To understand myself a little more, What I truly love, and what I don’t. I wish I had it all figured out, So I could smile without a mask, And walk freely without the weight Of the scars I quietly hide. I wish I had it all figured out, So I could bring joy, not pain, To brighten someone’s cloudy day, Without the fear of hurting again. But the truth is, I don’t. I’m learning as I grow, Taking one uncertain step On a road I do not fully know. Maybe that’s what life is, Not always having a plan, But finding strength in not knowing, And still doing the best I can. So even if I stumble now, And carry doubts I cannot name, I’ll keep walking with hope in my heart, And love myself just the same.

A Crybaby is not always weak, She just feels the world a little louder, Maybe, a little deeper. She hugs with her whole soul, She breaks silently in corners unseen. They say, “Be strong,” as if softness is a sin, But strength wears many faces, Sometimes, it looks like trembling lips Still daring to speak kindness in return. She doesn’t cry for attention,  She cries because she pays attention. To pain, to beauty, to the things others miss, To voices unheard and wounds unkissed. She is not weak for feeling it all, She is powerful, Because she survives it all, And still believes in love. She sometimes bursts out, Out of pain, ending up hurt, But she rises up and learns, Learns from her mistakes. She knows that she is flawed, But she tries.  At the end of the day, She is just a sensitive human after all.