I have reached my limits, just like the cup of coffee..overfilled..overflowed...

I dunno, whether it's the fault of the cup, being not able to contain enough, or the coffee who intended towards that cup...

Perhaps...of both or the pourer, perhaps!

To everything in this world, there is a limit...
We assume that we are the ones, defining these limits...
No, but these are the limits that decide for us and defines...

Everyone responds to them differently, some quit by giving up their lives and some become the warriors...

People end up, not because they were not able to survive, but because the suffering is hard, the continuous battle inside  is destructive, the pain in  hearts is piercing...and screams coming out of them, makes them unable to listen...to listen to the voice...yes, to the voice that could save their lives...

This was not their fault...but yes, this was their fault, for not heeding, for not believing in themselves...!

There are some other creatures going through all those hells...
It breaks them apart...again...again and again!
For them as well, it's like walking on the broken of a mirror...

What's makes them unique and only one, from the pool of myriad, is their aptitude to give an ear to the voice...the voice, calling them towards the safer zone!

They are the survivors, the worriers...the worries, on borders of their soul.

I guess I'm one of them and you are one of them, as I could see Azra in you and in everyone else on the border of their soul...

© Azra Khan