comin out of the shell..

I plucked up the courage to crawl outa my shell to see the world again.

and realised its beauty even though my toes had been stepped on..

For sometime, I had been living in the land of odds..

Comfortably living though I knew it was dark.

I got accustomed to darkness

perhaps because in darkness I could attempt to offer some light.

I was unprepared, and then whilst still attempting to light my fire,

I got burned..

Not mildly, perhaps 3rd degree.

and when pain seeps in after the initial burn..

it's unimaginable, incomprehendable and lingers day after day.

Certainly, time's a great help to the numbing pain after sometime.

But memories of it can be excruciating.

What have I learned..

Never to play with fire again?

Never to give more than what I'm capable of?

How is that measured ?

Perhaps I'l learn over time.

But yes, I remain stubborn and true to myself,

that I'm made for giving,

because ultimately, its so much easier to love than hate.

to care than scorn at another.

and that will be me.

I've given, got burned and still learning.

Guess I'm still growing up.