Dragonhearts

by Nikita Gill

got complacent and called it love

In this story, escaping your tormentor isn’t enough to save you; it’s just enough to keep you alive.

Who says you must be silent so that you can thrive? Silence is not the price you have to pay for your survival anymore.

The idea that strength is exactly the same for every person is an untrue one.

don’t wait for anyone to decide that you’re enough.

Because once in a while, someone comes along who tells us life is so much more than just existing. Someone comes along to remind us to stop being so small and so human. And do better by being so much more.

juice. I’m not ready for you to see me bleed. I’m not ready for you to know I am a fallible thing.

In every act of kindness and bravery, there is the magic we all seek.

Even the air tastes sweeter because you’re no longer breathing through their poisonous fumes.

Don’t let anyone impede your journey by forcing you to suppress your pain just so they can be more comfortable.

I am growing up. I am getting better. I am healing even when I’m not writing poems about it. Some things are just done off the page.

Do you remember how in those old Bollywood movies, the ones that bonded you to a one-time stranger, they said that if someone really loved you, they would turn around just one last time?

We are all small universes out finding other universes to collide into. We are always two wholes coming together by choice. Never halves. by Nikita Gill