I tried my best to find the solution.
No matter where I turn, it's an infinite ocean.
Old me was martyred in the battle of the past.
While the world spoke I listen aghast.
Questioning my existence I cried,
"Is it a blessing or a curse to feel the light?"
It seems impossible to accomplish the society's criteria.
Besides the government's, there are rules by locals of the area.
I am living as per the terms of the people who don't even care.
I was told to hide my despair.
Lost in my thoughts while wandering through the aisle.
How the bonds that I had made are so fragile?
Reliving my past is the worst nightmare I ever dreamed.
"Help me out of dark", my soul screamed.
Wondering how much pain can a mortal endure,
To me,silence holds a strange allure.
I want to escape from this brutal terrain.
But my life here has just begun.
~Sabahat Khan
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BRUTAL TERRAIN
PoetryBRUTAL TERRAIN Mental health issues are the most common problem among individuals today. Where people need to come out and ask for help, they choose to stay in because of stigma in the society. Changes need to be made, questions need to be asked. Wh...
