I cry
I cry for the souls gone,
For the love forelorn.
For the love forelorn.
I cry for my failure as a mum,
But choice i had none.
I cry for stabs sharper than the real
Oh! How they seem surreal.
I cry for the child in me
That no one could see.
I cry for all the pain
Mostly in vain,
Finally, i cry for being here
Cocooned in fear...hoping the darknesss to clear....
Mostly in vain,
Finally, i cry for being here
Cocooned in fear...hoping the darknesss to clear....
Swarupa
I could feel the pain and the fear, the fear that you have failed, and the fear of loneliness. We all go through it, Rupa. But the mere fact that today we are here, a long way from where we were once upon a time, means that we have tried our best, fought every battle with the courage we could summon and survived it all. Doesn't that say a lot about how we have won and not lost or failed? Applaud yourself, my dear, and adjust that tiara...you ought to be proud of yourself, girl!
ReplyDeleteBeyond the phase of tears lurks glory and victory, cloaked in rather unassuming attire waiting to be worn by you!, March on and those droplets of tears will dry and the darkness will lift. Time and pleasant moments will tip toe in when you push the despair away!
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