Sometimes, we are wondering to whom we can lean to. In the midst of despair, we are lost and nowhere to be found. We don't want them to feel what we felt whenever we needed them. The feeling of abandonment, screaming inside battling with the chaos- we are at the war zone. She bounds in shackles, struggling to free herself from the baggage she burdens. All of it was hidden on a woman who pretends. She is being admired by many, idolized how she manages the things that made her broken. The strong personality of her inspires the people that surrounds her. A vigorous woman who cannot easily beaten by anyone- pretends. Inside of her was a loud rumbling storms, dashing swords fighting to the last-man-standing. She cries at night to feel at ease. She releases it all and pretends nothing happened. The truth is, trauma is still haunting at her every night where it is alike a demon who whispers to feel the pain she felt a long time ago. A woman who pretends are thirsty for peace, begging to be healed, and praying to get better.
Women are so great, it can't be expressed by me I admire their capability, power and their ability to raise the new world