It's not a mess but 'it' is actually no matter how hard I nudge it in periphery it comes back like a boomerang strikes my gut and look here I'm bleeding anew oh! let me stitch it 'one last time' again but tighter i promise today my hands shake with needle which says, "how many more holes you want to dig deep to call it healing?" silence screams silent screams I'm on the run what 'it' is afterall? help me to name it my moon's in sag my sun's in aqua there's an angelite near my pillow below the dream catcher and i sing before sleeping along its chimes, "it's healing, it's healing" it echoes and cries back to me "it's hurting, it's hurting" i sway the sword to fight back the cry "it's a lie, it's a lie" i reply eyes shut with tears it has to be a lie i sigh! pc- Pinterest
Hey amigo! This is Riya Jaiswal and the contents here are my very own spontaneous overflow of emotions recollected in tranquility ;)