Reclaim

What is going on? Would you take a second to look at this mess?!

Everyone’s talking. Everyone’s shouting their ‘important opinions.’
They want more…

To be more beautiful, more seen—more validation.

But sometimes, I just need to step back.

To sit with myself in silence and listen—really listen—to what my voice is saying

How do I sound today?

Does it sound gentle? The kind voice, like a friend who always listens, understands, and knows me.

Or is it the other edgy one? The grumpy one.

Like that one friend—always irritated, always judging, never satisfied.

Yeah. The second one.

The one filled with frustration. Drowning in misery.

You're a black hole, pulling me back to where we once got lost—just when I’m almost free, you won’t let me go.

You are heavy, burdened—like the weight of everything you've been holding onto is dragging us down.

I remember a time when we were just there so patiently.

So fresh, so untainted.

We were completely at ease, never asking for more. Walking side by side, we had each other.

Happiness and joy never had a price. They were just free.

Me, with my true sound, surrounded by what truly mattered to us. We were whole—one with the universe.

But now, we are so far away.

Our own words and thoughts pull us apart.

We talk in ways we wouldn’t talk to a stranger.

Not because of what the world says to us but because we say it to ourselves.

At times, this world feels so unbearable.

Maybe it’s not.

It’s just the way it is. Now I see it.

If that’s the case, there’s only one way out—I change how I see it.

Pause. Contemplate. Reclaim what is ours.

Take off the old, worn-out slippers of resentment leave them by the door! I won’t let them back in.

Wrap myself in something lighter. A voice that speaks with kindness—warm, steady, like the feeling of the sun gently touching my skin.

It is what it is. But how do I choose to see—and speak to myself?

That’s up to me.

Reclaim what’s mine, no matter how long it takes, no matter how many times?

So be it. I’ll do it.