the moment the sun came up,
i started wasting my time,
i grabbed my
needle and thread
and started to
patch my ugly skin
that was destroyed
by my own claws.
in noon time,
exactly twelve,
i undressed myself
and roamed my eyes
in my imperfections,
then embrace them
and whispered that
i am sorry for unloving her before.
at night,
after having my meal
with my loving family,
i tried to drown myself again
but gone was the harshness,
i drowned myself
in love, in care, and in affection
which i never gave before.
then midnight,
i was asked about the things
i did the whole day
and i answered,
“there's really nothing unusual today,
i just planted flowers in a wrecked garden,
sang for them,
loved them,
and waited until they bloom.”
“did they bloom immediately?” he asked,
“no, but i will for that beautiful day.”
i will wait for my day.
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Poems As Her Therapy
PoetryWhen you're depressed, it is greatly advised to take therapies with a psychologist and so she tried but even psychologist can't take her wounds into peace so she just grabbed her pen under her old bed and stroke words just like how she used to and t...
