fortheSoul

  PC: Erkin Yılmaz When times were tough, I always stood waiting for it to pass. Through all storms I prayed for the light to come, for the rain to go away. So did I pray when there was pain, for the suffering to end, for the misery to end. I wished no harm, but just prayed for it to pass, for light to shine and for the ache to end. It took a while, but each time it did end, in its own form and time, but it did end. Once the calm was back, once the suffering had ended, I felt empty for a while. It was definitely what I prayed for, but the light also brought along the silence. It felt different, it felt strange to feel light and also to deal with freedom. I prayed for her pain to go away, I wished for her nights to be peaceful, I wished for her to smile again. Oh! I just for my grandma to feel whole again. Today, I see her chair empty, my heart aches to see this emptiness. It’s a big puzzle, my mind doesn’t know how to process this absence, but then again, the ...

  At times when I am anxious, feeling jittery I think of you. I think of you, you who is not yet here, you who hasn’t yet walked into my life, and you who might not walk into my life, who knows. I’m not disheartened or upset by the fact, rather this thought is so powerful that I feel whole!   I think of you, you who I lean upon, you who I unconditionally love. On a hot summer day, you are like the cool breeze that hits me, brings me right back and makes me feel home. You are my shelter, even though I am my home. You are my pillar, whereas I am my foundation. How glued are we together, but still how beautifully can we drift!   I know in me is you, and that bit of you is what I’ll carry to my grave and beyond. To my grave and beyond, I promise shall you go with me, and so many more bits of you’ll.   Bits of the stranger who smiled at me that afternoon, the bits of my mother waking me up for school, the bits of my grandma plating the pudding fo...