letting go

my life

i remember, once upon a time, when I thought I had to be perfect.

I thought I had to make everything, and everyone: 'right'. Wrong.

I remember waking up in hospital, looking at the stark white ceiling, my stiff hands grazed a cold steel frame. naked, just a sheet over me. feeling abused, it all came back.

bruises on my arms, people vacant, expressionless, taking it all in. while i, floated above my body and sighed. 

'its over.' 

i had a conversation with god that night.

thankyou.

thankyou for taking it all away

so i could start again.

and trust you.

i surrender.

Reviews

[Vivek Koshy]

It was nice, i thought it would turn more morose,
rather it turned to nice skillful one.

[Robin]

this story resonates ..