Monday, November 29, 2010

"With tired eyes, tired hopes and a tired heart, I slept"

Sometimes we give up. Sometimes it hurts too much to keep on trying....especially when so much has happened. Seemingly insurmountable odds... and with a resignation in your heart, you raise that white flag. With palms bruised from holding on, eyes tired from keeping watch, you silently give up. With hopes spent and a heart hurting from longing, you inwardly acknowledge that perhaps this is too much. And even as you wordlessly accept defeat, walking away from the scene, leaving everything behind, you cant stop yourself from crawling right back and taking some of it with you. A reminder, no matter how flawed, of things best left behind, but not forgotten. Never forgotten.


Always,

Abimbola

7 comments:

dhjax bagucci said...

Speaking in parables?

Jayla said...

If i wrote a blogpost right now, it will be very similar to this this but obviously not as beautifully written.

My palms are badly bruised and there is that sweet yet bitter feeling of having let go.

blogoratti said...

Sometimes we do things things, not because they are easy-but because they are hard. Giving up is the hardest thing ever...and true sometimes you can't help crawling back...Lovely post**

pattrick said...

Well written fafus!!! :)

monalisatee said...

that which is hard to do is usually the best for us...

Blessing said...

Never forgotten!!! Nicely said...

2cute4u said...

Sometimes letting go and not dwelling in the past is the best, but then again, it depends on the individual..
The scars are always there to remind you.. I think..