Silence...!

Missing the things I loved doing

is just a relapse of my silence.

The dark area of my past

is evoking to be one with my mind

at this moment.

I need to take off the mask,

driven by anger and nothing

but remorse for myself.

Life is filled with beautiful things,

must I remind myself.

The cosmos, my body made up

of atoms.

I matter.

I am done refracting all the love

that’s been given just because

I doubt if I ever deserve to be

loved.

These bones are not meant

for the breaking, my skin not

for the scratches and my eyes

not for the burning of a desire

that keeps me breathing.

My hands were once tied

but they felt light and warm now.

I have watched myself grow

into a lady fighting her demons

and coming back two times

stronger.

This is but a phase of the

complexity of my life.

I’m still raw, uncut and diffused

even if I say I’ve undergone ample

amount of troubles.