Words spill out secrets
And the more I speak, the more I regret
Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word
And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
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The scars behind the shawl, Hidden with utmost care, So that none may touch them, And resurrect the pain .
The past full of stones and cliffs, But now left behind, Chains broken, left to rot, New companions present in my life.
Yet I struggle to blossom, Show the true self, The one living in the core, The most faithful friend.
I couldn't find the healer, The one who would bring me joy, Joy in seeing myself with all my faults, Feel the light amongst the tartarean days.
The days and nights go by, I dream under the azure, Waving my hopes and future, Threads taken from unknown.
The Isis in me believed in renewal, Renewal of the true me, But waiting for the light to come, Bringing joie de vivre.
When will that healer come? Help me touch the light of dawn? The one who would trust the pain behind those ruby lips, The one who would believe the heart's sanctity.
When will I feel the light of friendship, In all it's glory and might,
And reveal the unfeigned me,
Keeping behind the palpable maskmade by me?
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This poem has biographical bits, and I think many of you will be able to relate with it in some way or the other. Bullying, heartbreak, abuse, trust issues, insecurities, and sometimes unexplainable repulsions– so much to decipher!
Such situations have left me feeling hollow. Even now when I have friends, I do feel a bit incomplete. Tbh, I have improved a lot and I know I have got some good people with me. Yet, I am not completely free! Ironic and confusing. But resilient I am; I will survive and improve ❤
