Day 11: Breaking Free

Over the course of time, I realised how much I held on to the kind of life I lived in the past. Even after my dad had passed away, I was still chasing him to love me and see me. I was still trying to seek his approval; trying to make him feel proud of…

Memories of Tears

If I could just pour these tears in a bottle And toss it out into the sea, To never even remember How much pain, Hurt and brokenness This sadness feels. Where can I turn? Where can I hide? All these years of toil Got my heart all soiled With tears that sting That my heart…