Ms Abigaba
Bio
A brown skin girl with faith, hope and love
Stories (9/0)
Stop Watering Dead Plants
I slap, pinch, and get really mad at myself when I do the most crappy things. Like "hey dummy why do you keep doing that?" I always want my flowers to bloom, but apparently each flower requires its unique kind of care. You know how you plant your seeds and happily wait for them to grow? I mean the effort, time and patience. You invest all this to get the best result at the end of the season. Unfortunately, some plants don't bloom and that's okay. I repeat, "it is okay." You have a whole garden, continue to nurture the little ones and plant even more. Don't let one failed harvest get in the way of a million more successes.
By Ms Abigaba5 years ago in Poets
Teenage Love
Ever wondered how your life would be if you did certain things differently. A friend of mine always says that, “take that chance and do not take it for granted.” But I think for most of us it is the fear. The fear of; commitment, losing them at some point in life, fulfilling our duties, making the wrong choices, making them happy or even settling for what we least expected.
By Ms Abigaba6 years ago in Humans
My Heart Is On a Diet
I loved you more than life itself. I gave up too much to please you. I let go of my most treasures to be perfect for you. I gave up my nights to be in your presence. Gave up my late nights just to talk to you. Changed my hair, because you loved it differently. Grew insecure in my own skin because you liked them lighter. Spent all my savings because you liked them with a little make up. Skipped meals to look good in those jeans you liked. Broke my ankles in those heals you said made my legs look great for you. Went under the knife to make my breasts firmer. I did a nose job for you. You wanted me to be perfect for you and I did. But you still left.
By Ms Abigaba6 years ago in Poets
Lorn
The heart is broken. The soul longs for redemption. Torn from the inside. Lacerated beyond repair. Cold blood running in the veins. Fighting this toxic mind but constantly losing. Torn between mending and destroying further more. The fear of permanent damage has crippled the soul. Bones are shattering. Slowly losing it from the inside. Mind exploding with thoughts. Fighting endless battles. Brain melting down drip by drip. Crying out for help but can not be heard. Bitterness has covered the largest portion over time. Trying to find beauty in the ugly. There isn't hope though. The heart is so weak. It's clouded by sadness. Painted in distress. The mind is absorbed by absence. It's afflicted with grief. The pain is unbearable. Neurotic running through the veins. Slowly losing humanity.
By Ms Abigaba6 years ago in Poets