Hindsight 20 20
Reminiscing through the album of perpetuity,
I came across a thorn that kissed my skin,
and murmured into my soul, a powerful stance,
stitching soft whispers in exquisite cadence.
The thorn tried to remind me,
of how adoration trickled down my hearth of pain.
And my eyesight gradually changed,
to bring serenity to all I once cherished.
I remember a rose used to enlighten me,
"You, my dear, possess some conscientious abilities
like conferring life to a bed of lifeless roses,
or finding beauty in subtle proses."
But when chaos dissipated in atmosphere,
Life changed to a burden
Ignoring it's selflessness,
forgetting to water all such roses.
The only timeless entity,
Observing the eternal silence,
the universe spoke like the void of my mind
I questioned; what part of me is to leave behind...
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An answer received at an instant;
The part stuck in loops of imprisonment
searching frantically for solace
in the void of broken guaranteed promises.
Realisation dissociates into calmness.
Your mind has always belonged to you.
but still locked behind the bars
your self esteem is the only thing that scars.
And all that time I was lured by greed,
Made me despise my imperfections...
Blinded by unrealistic standards,
stained with society's expectations.
Petite eyesight firms with reality.
"I am so better than them who are suffering",
Them who search for bread crumbs left to eat
Yet with a smile resist defeat.
I preserved my rose in formalin,
with its love rushing through my skin.
Promising to withstand till again we meet,
your words echo through my mind: "you can do it"
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