In the waters of my womb,
I subtly perceive
a place to return.
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“How frail the human heart must be, a mirrored pool of thought...” - Sylvia Plath
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ReplyDelete"If winter comes, can spring be far behind?"
ReplyDeleteIncomprehensible moments of life- haunting memories, sleepless nights, tears of happy moments;absence of love, unbearable hatred, surrounded loneliness, endeavouring to stand erect, unaffected and pleased; trying to give up a heart , devouring passage of time, like and dislike of a hope.
ReplyDeleteAll this is to understand that pain is to be fought and thrown aside, not to be accepted as part of one's soul and as a permanent scar across one's view of existence(Ayn Rand).