Though I can write the poems of happiness,
But how can I become happy,
While I cannot express the lurching sadness inside me?
Though I hold the capability of healing people,
How can I go for healing others,
When I'm still wounded?
Though I can write the blogs of empowerment,
How can I,
When I had been let down by everyone eventually?
Though I can write the stories of being in love,
How can I,
When I'm still heartbroken?
Though I'm still here,
Applying bandages on my wounds,
For a while convincing myself
These feelings will withdraw eventually with time,
But I still ask the same question:
Would it ever be us?
Or will these marks,
These bullet holes that people have left over my heart,
Ever fade away?
Though I know these unending walls of insecurities
Will keep haunting me till my last breath,
I still ask the same question while staring at the sun:
Shall I keep burning on this flame of agony forever,
Or would it ever set me free,
To feel the air and breathe?
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
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