𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞

..Strom..

I don't like storms
I don't like the crash , the clatter or the uproar
Neither do I like the silence of
pitter- patter that follows and you say repairs.

I don't like it's unforeseeable and uncertain presence ,
I don't like how it choose the day I go out without an umbrella , the day I decide to be vulnerable and without any armour wanting to bask in the warmth and light just for a day .

I run to the place you might call home for me it's a place with four walls and a roof all forced and bound to be together.
It never cease the strom's pain ,
It waits for the pain to grow
It waits for the moment I decide I have bled enough , so that I can now drown .

But nothing compares to the dangerous depths of pain that the silence after the Strom carries
It suffocates me just enough that I want to scream I want the help but the pain wins and weigts me down ,
It drowns me and waits until it had enough taste of my tears .

It lets me suffer more
Then the silence cuts off my air supply
I can hear myself trashing , screaming calling for help but nobody steps forward or maybe just maybe I can't be heard,

I wait at the shore where the waves of silence and strom wash me up at ,
Waiting for someone to answer my call

-garima
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Sometimes home is not a building with walls and window but rather a person or few who brings you comfort and peace and the person who is suppose to make you feel at home is the one who drives you away ....
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