"Sometimes walking away silently has nothing to do with weakness, and everything to do with strength. We walk away not because we want others to realize our worth, but because we finally realize our own"
-Unknown
Though quite a self-willed and opinionated gal, I always choose silence over tongue-lashing or giving a piece of my mind. When things get ugly I choose a silent exit probably finding better avenues to vent out than a spat. What people see as my weakness, I see it as a strong-willed choice to avert the hurt that accompanies such altercations. And I also firmly believe that such fractious moments are always temporary and that an unwillingness to be a party to crossing swords is enough to either call for peace and kindness or, in irreparable cases, an indifference.
GARDEN OF WOES
The irked quarrel, the silent weep
Teardrops find brilliance rolling down
It has been a while that an outstretched hand
Has offered to move aside the thistles and thorns.
Driblets gathering at it's crippled feet
Turf soaking with the stormy frenzies
The prior had the blessedness of seeding fresh roses
The prevailing can breed only weakened creepers.
A garden that once had a blossoming prolificacy
Of florets and shimmers and hues
Now houses a sculpture as grey and cold as it's stone
With it's head bent low and vines webbed all around.
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