From my Heart's Attic

A Miracle

Laying bare, wounded with unseen scars 

With shaky hands, she opens her box of pandora.

Unblinking, staring at the multitude of stars

Searching her place, in the galaxy's plethora. 

With racing mind, she goes back to her happy days

But returns empty handed, with a blurry mess.  

She desperately searches for her due escape 

With a foggy mind and her soul restless. 

She shuts those beady pearls and history repeats 

The never-ending misery of being sidelined.

She cherishes everything with mirthful smiles 

Same plot, different characters, all fickle minded. 

Mistake was hers, of trusting every single crowd

Handing them her heart, for it was never gated. 

Now all that trust lays broken on the ground 

With wings cut off, her trust hardly reciprocated. 

Oh, that naive self, should have caged her heart

Didn't she know, once a wallflower always remains one.

She treated them like gold , to be treated back like dust 

All the heartbreak made her question her priceless worth. 

She foolishly cried rivers of tears on their pain 

Crumbled with their absence, her heart so kind.

But when she disappears, it is all in vain 

Oh how could she forget, out of sight, out of mind!

Now she expects a hurricane of emotions within 

But as she lays there, her mind is all clear and empty.

For there is hardly anyone to blame, no one to forgive 

That naive heart finally beats in a pool of serenity.

So many could be questioned, but a waste of time

She can become heartless. But she still has hope

Hope, to be found amongst all these dimes

Finally, she finds a diamond and her heart a new home. 

In the chaos you meet many, but a few stay 

Only a few don't push your flaws aside

But accept them as a part of your gray

They are with you in every passing tide.

He's not a fake picture of perfection like them

But sculpted to perfection just for her

He sees the beauty she fails to fathom

Cherishes it with care, she failed to receive 

She doesn't want to believe in those praises he say

Worshiping her like his own sculpture of beauty.

But those words of affirmation heal the cracks that lay

Bare, untreated. Now all layered with care and clarity.

Slowly, he becomes her safe place, her haven 

He didn't cage her heart but made it beam.

Revived her doused passion, which is now awaken

He become her blessing, her hope, her living dream. 

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