Not everything that glitters is gold
and not everything we hold dear is our own.
Sometimes cruelty comes from an unexpected place
and love blossoms amidst the darkness.
Sometimes in darkness we find hope.
I remember finding hope,
a hope that held my hand and stood by my side.
She was all that I ever needed, but never deserved.
After all, cowards like me don’t have any right
to deserve anything in life.
Yet, she stood by my side
when no one else did.
She fought for me when it mattered
and nurtured me like my mother.
Here’s to her
and here’s to all to those mothers,
who give hope to the lost souls!
Without them, those souls would have been
either blinded by the light
or would have lost themselves to the darkness.
They are the healers of the broken, burnt and damaged.
They are the mothers of the lost souls.
🙂