Soliloquy Of The Soul

healed.

there's someone in front
who look familiar but still so unknown
it resembles me
but the way it speaks- i can't recognize.
my boat didn't capsize
in the tumultuous storm
like i had expected it to, but
i've finally reached the shore.
i can finally hear
something other than the voices in the head.
my voice, mine own, which almost faded in oblivion.
"the war is over. you've healed", it said.

oh- what is in front is a mirror.
and the one i see is me.
the one who i want to be,
not what others want me to be.

the battle left scars
but they're not bleeding anymore
only because someone decided to
stain their hands in the crimson.
she believed in me when no one did,
trusted me with her life,
so i dedicated it to her.
she's the painter of my life
but she's the muse of them all.
had she not come like an unpredicted meteor
my life would've been the darkest zone.

"i'll heal you too, anam cara."

- January, 2024