We endure.
That breathlessness while stepping out to the land from the warm womb.
We endure the cuts made on those soft skins as we were too busy with our companions at play.
We never believed those companions were delusional.
Little hearts never knew the throbbing with excitement will soon turn into throbbing with pains.
Those mouths called us ugly were uglier than anything we could possibly think of; but we thought them right and killed us our whole lives .
Most of them never believed in us and yes we believed in them instead of ourselves.
Those moments of truth which was never true will remain with us till we die we all know.
No doubt they will be less intense as they used to be in the young minds.
Still haunting us subconsciously at low times.
Still we stand here enduring every thorn and every fall of our soul with utmost strength till this day.
The strength goes on and on and those thorns grow blunt i know.
Yet sometimes in times so vulnerable the thorns turn into rusty blades.
Blades cutting our empty veins till they bleed.
But i know we can endure as we always do.
Even with our throbbing hearts: our strong hearts.

© lilac_