Wounds,

they hurt

killing me, tearing me apart.

The spell of tears flow down

Every thing leaves me,

lonely

but remain sufferings

and struggles.

I make no attempts

to bury it with hollow means.

Will it ever go??

The pain will surface,

again

when it will find me alone.

I rather bring it

to consciousness, digging into deeper,

making it mine

accepting, embracing,

feeding my soul blood

my whole being.

I cry, express, pray, experience

reflect, live with it.

Aware of my fortitude, my grit

to fight it over,

to overcome.

The reflections, self catharsis

connect me to

the soul within.

The inner journey triggers

a moment

When I choose,

to live

to love thyself

to be compassionate

for whatever I am , wherever I am

slowly subsides the pain

replaced by calmness

making way for internal peace.

The balm of forgetfulness

overpowers me.

There begins the process of healing

Growth and the journey within

And here I am

Back to myself

In solitude, rejoicing

The freedom

And A New Me.