Like the vulnerable bird she was, around her , her troubles lay out
Scared that by touching them, they would multiply throughout
With a lot of strength , she tried to touch and face them with time
Only to find out that they had doubled by daytime
The people who hurt her shone as bright red dots
She reached out to them, asked them why and only tangled the knots
There were times when she thought she found tiny dots of hope
Found out that it was bad luck pulling her in with a rope
~Aanvi
30/8/18
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Eigengrau
PoetryWhen you're drowning in an ocean, what do you do ? You flap your arms around, kick your legs and resurface while your breath shortens. Let's say by some miracle there's a log right there and you cling to it. Well, that log for me was the consistent...
