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Fragile Confidence
Fragile Confidence
But I haven’t fully understood it yet; how gruelling the narratives of life
In a hollow bed of silence, wandering aimlessly, deep in the core of my mind boggling at
the scene of terror, loneliness, and uneasiness
In a cruel place of broken things, I knew I meant to feel it—the pain somewhere in
between my shadows
When all I could do and look after is a place to rest in these restless days,
And I want to helplessly tell you that it’s more than feeling the pain of losing yourself
How could it be like this? Living in such an open door but had no grit to ease the feeling
of dropping my confidence
But I’m beyond grateful; surely I’d miss this but I wouldn’t live much…
I wouldn’t want to see myself making such effort to continue living when I’m drowned
anymore—and I wouldn’t want to swim, I will allow my body to feel it.
I would descend like the leaves wanting to touch the perfection of rest
And if I live again, I would teach myself the same confidence I had