patterns on the walls
haunt me
flickering images
from time lost
and gone
pain from those
innocent years
that I carry still
inside me
still sting the eyes…
and choke my throat
insecurities
I have been denying
since years
today I wanna
accept
today I wanna
conquer…
its only when we realize
we have been weak
that we become strong
the wounds
I never tried to heal
never acknowledged…
today I wanna
heal
this soul of mine
that’s bruised
to the core.
AB
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