Though I can write the poems of happiness but how can I become happy while I cannot express the lurching sadness inside me.
Though I hold the capability of healing people but how can I go for healing others when I'm still wounded.
Though I can write the blogs of empowerment but how can I when I had been led down by everyone eventually.
Though I can write the stories of being in love but how can I when I'm still heartbroken.
Though I'm still here applying bandanges in my wounds,
For a while convincing myself these feelings will get withdrawn eventually with the time,
But I still ask the same question would it ever be us?
Or these marks of bullet holes that people had left over my heart ever get fade away?
Though I know these unending walls of insecurities will keep haunting me till my last breath.
But I still ask the same question while staring at the sun,
Shall I keep burning on this flame of agony forever or would it ever set me free to feel the air breathe?
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Ink And Rhymes: A Teenager Poet's Diary
Poetry"Ink and Rhyme: A Teenager Poet's Diary", invites readers on a poetic journey through the tapestry of emotions woven by the passing seasons. From the tender innocence of childhood memories to the contemplative solitude of rainy days spent by the win...
