Will I See Them Heal?

You see me fall and you ask me to rise again,
But I take a moment. I hesitate. I step back. I see the scars on my skin and I flinch in pain,

I see the map they’ve traced on my vein,
Raw and fresh and unscathed, they remind me of everything that I’ve lost in vain,

Of memories I treasure, of people I’ve loved, of places I have my heart in,
Of hope that has withered away into nothingness, of plastic smiles, of broken trust, of the turmoil within,

I gather them all gently and wear them on my sleeve, I push myself to trudge forward in pretentious zeal,
Wondering, if, I would ever see them heal.

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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