My imperfections,
My scars,
My wounds,
My experiences,
My pain,
Are not related to my gender,
They are not related to my soul,
Not related to who I am.
But to people,
I have met,
To people,
I have loved,
To people,
I have passed by,
And to people,
Like you.
So, Look inside of you,
Maybe, you see my imperfections
Maybe, you are the one,
Who gave me those scars and those wounds.
What is related to me
Is how I choose to stand
Even after all these,
Is how I choose to see myself,
Even when you don't see
What you have done to me.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...