My other half,
your pain is real.
As real as the flesh we see,
nineteen stabs through the womb,
and the indifference of a cold, bitting blade to the rest of it.
You are allowed to bleed.
Let it pool out onto the porcelain tile
& flow underneath the hospital doors.
I'll be there with a warm embrace
and a towel to clean it up.
Crumble. It's o.k.
I'll be there to pull you back up.
Because you were born with backup
& I will never,
ever
let this world
or the next
keep you down.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
कविताBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
