MARY GRACE TERMINEZ
Your criticizing eyes with a hint of disgust. The power of your words to cut me like a knife. Your gestures and actions that influenced me to just lose all. Your encouragement that made me leave all behind. The message that you have given me just made my self sympathy ended.
How vast is the damage you have done to me. How deep the wound that you have created. The soul of my confidence flee. My momentum to achieve everything I can suddenly ended. My world became distorted. It collapsed. Lifeless indeed.
I almost gave up and let my heart sank in the melancholy of the situation. I almost chose to close all doors chasing after me. I just thought of my own misery. Evaluating my past decisions. Comparing my life to others. Imagining the scenery of my success that I may not have because of my failure.
I missed a lot of chances. I degraded myself. I underestimated my own understanding and skills. I lost the tight grip of victory in my hands. I exaggerated things and let it destroy me.
“Stop! You’re tired. It is impossible,” a paralyzed portion of my body told me. Telling me to just give up. That voice! A loud and piercing echo in my head. Booming, blasting, and crashing my little hope to survive.
“Stop! Rest! Take heart!,” the other half of me whispered. So soft, delicate and fragile. The voice seems to be drowning in the ocean of worries, anxieties and challenges. “This is only the first chapter of your sufferings. A momentum you should experience,” the voice hummed again.
I closed my eyes. I listened to my heartbeat. I took a small step. I saw a hand reaching for me. I stood on my ground, raised my arm and little by little I touched it. I did it! I held it tight just like what it was doing to mine. It felt warm. I felt brave. Like a hero who can conquer all of his enemies. I found hope to continue because for now I know, it’s a wonderful momentum.