It's a different kind of pain. Like...
A flower fallen on a concrete floor.
The last dew drop on a cactus.
The missed, last train home.
A tyre puncture halfway home.
Dark days. Testing nights.
Resignations to fate or god or love.
Singing the same ol' song
For some kind of consolation.
Seeking validation,
And closure...
Like that ol' book read halfway.
Confusion amidst prayers.
Bruised soul amidst clarity.
A beautiful person.
With ugly wounds and cosmetic scars.
A longing for urgency,
Wisdom, and compassion.
Assuaging your own grief
With handmade band-aids.
The leavee just leaves
But the leftee gets left behind.
A flower fallen on a concrete floor.
The last dew drop on a cactus.
The missed, last train home.
A tyre puncture halfway home.
Dark days. Testing nights.
Resignations to fate or god or love.
Singing the same ol' song
For some kind of consolation.
Seeking validation,
And closure...
Like that ol' book read halfway.
Confusion amidst prayers.
Bruised soul amidst clarity.
A beautiful person.
With ugly wounds and cosmetic scars.
A longing for urgency,
Wisdom, and compassion.
Assuaging your own grief
With handmade band-aids.
The leavee just leaves
But the leftee gets left behind.
1 comment:
A beautiful pain that shapes us into a beautiful soul (if taken with a pinch of salt) :)
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