the world is cruel, therefore i won’t be
sometimes, the world spins too fast. forcing you to marathon in every minute, because if you don’t — you will left behind, and falling behind means being forgotten. then no one will appreciate the efforts that you gave, they only measure the finish line.
they don’t know about the scars in every step you take, the trembling legs that carry you forward despite the ache. they overlook the sharp gasp of your breath that cries, “please, let it stop.”
they don’t know how often you repair the ladder you climbed. sometimes, you climb without one at all, just a little hands gripping the edge of something too steep, too smooth, too unforgiving. with nothing but sheer will and aching fingers, you pulled yourself up. you think, they would give you a hug up there, praising you that you’ve come this far.
but they don’t.
those who just choke on their chests, swallowing their own silence, never once thinking to lower the rope for you. they stand at the top, eyes wide with judgment. commenting on how long it took you just to get there — never seeing the weight you carried with each step.
they don’t know the cracks in your hands, the bruises on your soul, how many times you almost fell but still climbed.
but, they’re having fun watching you from above. as if you’re the monkey in a circus, as if the ladder made from clouds, as if the view was always this easy to reach. they laugh when you fall, then leaving you because there is no longer any interesting show.
but i see you. the trembling legs, the scars in every corner of your body, the teary eyes and catchless breath. i see you. so come up to me.
i’ll be the hand that mends when its bites and leaving some marks that won’t heal. be the warmth that holds you when the world turns its back. and i’m not just gonna watch, but i’ll climb it with you — the world is cruel, therefore i won’t be.
i’ll be the cliff, the place and quiet presence when you want to scream. stitching your scars and be the balm of your bruises. be the voice that whispers, “keep going, even when it feels too much.” when the world tries to break you, i’ll remind you that you are not the sum of your broken parts.
you are the strength that keeps rising, the resilience that keeps pushing forward.
and when you doubt yourself, when the weight of it all seems unbearable, i’ll be there — stronger than the doubt, softer than the pain, reminding you that you are more than enough. that you’re not defines by your falls, but by the courage you had to rise again.
i’ll show you how to make the key, helps you repair the ladder, be the one who lowers the rope when no one else will. or maybe, show you another ways to get there, so you don’t have to climb it, but just to walk slowly with the sun kissing your cheek.
because sometimes, the journey isn’t about reaching the top but finding the beauty in each step, letting the warmth of the world guide you instead of the pressure to keep climbing.
you don’t have to race, you don’t have to fight against time.
and the thought of jumping from the sixth floor and drowning in the arms of the ocean, will no longer cross your mind. because you will see me making the biggest web in the world with all the spiders on earth. i’ll not let you fall, no, not in my watch.
so breathe, Sal. there is no hurry, no need to outrun yourself. the world will spin at its own pace, and so will you. you can cry a million tears, i will hold it in a reservoir.
