Harman Kaur's Story:

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Unbalanced - 

There are no poems, no words heavy enough to break what is inside of me. I am two parts too much and one part not enough. 
Unbalanced. 
Determined to break down your walls whilst putting up my own. 
Getting to the root of my trauma and staying there. Getting lost there. Forgetting to come back up for air. 
I am resilient but I am not. I am hardened by the same thing that softens me. Weakened by the same thing that empowers me. I am a tangle of contradictions, a mess of mistakes. 
Masking love with anger. Mistaking anger for love. 
I am powerful in the same breath that I am not. 
Breaking promises with the same assurance that I make them. Breaking people. Loving people. Do I need to break myself to love?

I am two parts too much. One part not enough.
Unbalanced. Human.