THE WORST CRY

The worst cry in bed,
With glistening tears streaming down soft pillow,
Something stabbing in the heart,
Mouth trying hard not to make noise,
Stopping to let the darkness enter in,
Begging to just hold and be strong.

It’s just that you have to deal everything yourself.

You are strong,

You will go through this.

SOME SCARS

Scars that I don’t remember getting are still haunting me,
My soul asking me where to flee.

A mere stranger made me realise,
How to recognize?

Whether to trust,
Or to calm my wanderlust.

It took time,
To realise what’s mine.

Some day it will be dawn for me,
This is what reality I have to agree.