When Grief Knocks On Your Door….

When grief knocks on your door several times….You learn to re-build a new life that will never be the same as the old one.You learn to grieve all the old times.You learn to get by the bad moments by connecting with others,And trying to support the people around you. You learn to let the difficult…

Happy Friday-Quote

“If I’ve learned anything in life, it’s that you should tell people how important they are to you. Not because they could leave at any moment, but because they’re here now, and it’s worth saying .” By Steve Maraboli.

It’s Not A Competition.

It doesn’t matter who was hurt more,Or how lucky someone is because they suffered less. Just because they didn’t go through what you went through,Doesn’t mean they haven’t been bruised.One common thing about heartbreak is that it affected us deeply,Seeped into our souls,And changed us in so many ways . We may be walking parallel…

It’s Okay!

It may seem like you have a hard shell,But I know it’s cracked on the inside. You can say whatever you want,Your words can be full of strength and perseverance,But I know that behind your brave words lies a broken heart. You can smile all want,And wear that brave face which makes people think you’re…

20 Seconds of Courage.

Happy Sunday everyone,Have any of you ever tried this? If not what would your 20 seconds of courage be like??Would love to read all about it in the comments 😀 † †

Shelter

You provided shelter for me during the storm,Even when my pride wouldn’t allow it. You guided me secretly,Gently swept me off my feet. Softly whispered into my ears,Especially when I closed my eyes in defeat. You promised that I’d survive,And strive again. Now that some time has passed,I appreciate everything you’ve done.And I see it…

Forever.

I wouldn’t have worried so much about losing you,And losing my ground….If I knew our hearts would be synced forever. ©ZeinaA.G

Writing What Terrifies You.

I recently finished writing a short story that terrified me, not because it’s a thriller. The main issue was writing from a bully’s point of view.  I struggled with third person at first. Then I thought it wasn’t really capturing the inside of my bully’s mind so I moved to the petrifying first person. It…

Shattered-Short Story part 1

Shattered. We’ve driven by this place a few times; the windows are now all shattered which just confirms to me that it’s vacant. I’ve been in town for twenty-four hours and there’s an itch for me to return. As if it’s calling me begging me to walk inside, I promised I would never step there…