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When all I needed was a friend

But I was too scared to ask for one,

I built up walls

To protect me from this cold, cold world.

But you came along and broke these walls,

Piece by piece.

You became a source of warmth

A protection from the cold reality that was life.

And then you left,

Without bothering to build the walls back.

Didn’t you think that I’ll be left shivering

From all this cold?


Shattering Walls



All my problems stand in my way

Like walls

Indestructible iron walls

But I’ll keep trying

I’ll put my armor on

And I’ll push forward

For tomorrow

I will watch these walls fall down like cards

And they’ll shatter like glass

Into fine,  fine powder.





She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.

“What about you, Maria? What do you want to become in future? “

“I’m not sure yet.  There are just so many options and there are so many things I’d like to be in future. Including becoming a dancer, but I don’t know if it’s possible “

“Why? “

“I’m a bit too old to start dancing now. Most ballet dancers start really young because it takes lot of work, you know. Besides, I don’t know how Mama would react. “

“But it doesn’t really matter, Maria. You’re so capable, I’m sure you can be anything – and everything – you want to be. “

“Are you sure? It seems like such hard work and commitment. I don’t know if I’m able. I don’t know. “

“I’m sure, Maria. And trust me, everything is hard before it’s easy. If you’re sure you want it, and you’re willing to work for it; you’ll be so good, you’ll even amaze yourself. “

Remember, you’re too smart to be the only one standing in your way.

My response to the Daily Prompt Expert.


Hey!  So this post was meant to be published yesterday, but I’ve had writer’s block for a while now and it was hard to come up with anything then.  My inspiration for this post was Sia’s ‘Unstoppable ‘. It’s a wonderful song, so I hope you guys can check it out sometime.

Thanks a lot for reading ! 

Love, Ima 😘

Image Credit : Google Images

No Scars

There’s a hope that’s waiting for you in the dark
You should know you’re beautiful just the way you are
And you don’t have to change a thing
The world could change its heart
No scars to your beautiful, we’re stars and we’re beautiful

Alessia Cara, Scars to your Beautiful

‘What would you like to be in future,  Maria? ‘

‘A moon, ma’am. ‘

‘What,  Maria? What did you just say? ‘

‘A moon,  I said.  To look small, yet to be truly mighty.  To be a channel of light,  when everything seems so gloomy and dark. To be a sign of hope to people on their darkest days. That’s what I would like to be. ‘

‘Well, I certainly can’t argue with that, Maria. But, tell me something,  how exactly do you plan on becoming a moon? ‘

‘Honestly, ma’am, I don’t know.  But I’m sure I’ll be one someday. ‘

‘How is that? ‘

‘Well,  because the moon and I have something in common. We were both made by God. So I know that I’m capable of anything. Even if it’s to become a moon.  Because God makes me capable.’

‘But won’t you have to be a certain way to become something as special as a moon? ‘

‘No,  ma’am. I’m just perfect the way I am. ‘

‘Really,  Maria? Are you sure?’

‘Mmm hmm. I’m perfect because everything God makes is nothing less than perfect. There are no scars to my perfection’.



Nope, Not Anymore

‘It’s Friday night,  Maria. You’ve got to follow us out tonight. ‘

‘Maria,  I’m sure you’ll be fine.  It’s only for a drink or two ‘.

Maria looked at her friends with reluctance. She wanted to go. Badly.  But she knew she shouldn’t. It’s been two months since she got out of rehab and the last thing she wanted was to have to return there because of another relapse.

But she wanted to believe that she could actually go out and have a drink without becoming addicted again.  But it was a lie.  And for someone who had gone to rehab more times than she wished to admit,  she knew it too well.

‘Guys,  I don’t know if I can. I don’t….. ‘

‘Really,  Maria? Not even for tonight? ‘

‘You’ll have fun. You know you would. ‘

‘Come on,  get dressed already. We don’t want to be late. The bar’s entrance gets closed at 10.’

Maria bowed her head.  Perhaps she should give in just for today.  After all, she wouldn’t have to drink, would she?  Or maybe she’ll have JUST one drink.

No no no, there’s no way she’s considering this.  She knew exactly what would happen; one drink would lead to another, she’ll get drunk and by tomorrow,  she’ll be drowned in her own shame.  She didn’t want to deal with that. She didn’t want to carry this problem with her.   Not when she finally began making progress.

Besides,  she had promised God-and herself – that she would never go back to that mess.

‘I can’t ‘.

‘But,  Maria-‘

‘No, I just can’t ‘


Climbing from rock-bottom

She held the cigarette in her right palm

It had seemed foreign until now

She shouldn’t do this; hadn’t done it in a long while,  but she couldn’t find the strength to stop.

She reached out for the lighter,  her fingers trembling as she drew closer.

‘You don’t have to’, a low,  small voice pleaded.

‘But you can’t help it’, a louder voice said.  ‘You’re addicted. It’s a matter of fact. ‘

With the lighter now in her hand, she flicked the flame on and off. Her heart began pounding from the war raging in her head.

She felt dizzy,  yet she managed to keep herself steady; the flames from the lighter gradually forming a haze. The lighter was dangerously close to the cigarette, but the cigarette had not been lit.

‘Just do it already,  you can’t – you won’t – go back now’

‘You can; you haven’t done it yet.  Stop now. ‘

‘You can’t stop. Do it. ‘

‘You can.  Stop. ‘

‘You can’t. ‘

‘You can. ‘

‘Do it.’

‘Don’t. ‘

‘Do it.’

‘Stop. ‘

‘Do it.’

With a strength that was far beyond her, she threw the lighter down. The cigarette just seemed to follow suit.

Her body was too weak to stay up,  so she fell back to her bed,  all her strength seeping from her body. She couldn’t even cry. Or laugh.  It was too complicated.


Breaking beneath

They tell us not to judge a book by its cover;

That true beauty lies beneath the surface.

Then why do they judge me by what they see?

Why do they not bother to scratch the surface and then proceed to look beneath to see the real me?

Perhaps my surface is too hard to break through;

Perhaps they think that beneath my surface is more surface.


Because I need to be….

So many times,  people have called me stubborn . And weirdly enough, mostimes, I like it.  I know it’s not completely good,  but I happen to find it quite comforting.

In fact,  I feel like I need to be more stubborn than I already am.  In certain areas.  For instance,

In praying.  I know that prayer is a form of conversation between me and God,  and not some sort of forced,  practiced speech. I also that praying is extremely important if I plan on getting anywhere in my Christian journey,  but sometimes I’m just so lazy.  And all I have to do is talk. Oh well. So much for my said stubbornness.

In stretching.  For my fellow dancers, (I’m not one yet but I hope to be soon) you’ll understand how important it is to stretch.  But, once again, I can be so lazy..

In saying ‘sorry’.  I don’t know if this is just me,  but sometimes getting the ‘sorry’ word out is so hard. And this time, I can’t even use my laziness as an excuse. Or can I?

In smiling. I think smiling people are prettier than unsmiling people.  Wouldn’t it be nice to be prettier just because you smiled?

I probably still have a lot to add to this list,  but for now,  my stubbornness can only go so far.

Wrapped in Safety

‘You’re safe’, I tell myself

They can’t find you here

Cry yourself to sleep if you choose

They cannot judge you here.


‘Chin up,  princess ‘

I can hear Him talking to me now

‘Don’t be scared anymore,

My arms will forever be your sanctuary ‘.


I lift up my eyes to His face

I can now feel truly safe

Finally,  I have found refuge

Here,  in my father’s open arms.