I find serenity in throes of suffering,

I’ve drowned my heart in desires,

I’ve stitched my wounds with threads of anticipation,

Yet tied my limbs with venomous wires,

I’ve pierced my pale skin with scarlet shreds of terror,

And glued back ruined pieces that don’t belong,

I’ve broken fetters of guilt and shame,

Yet continued to hold on pain all along,

I’ve run from shadows that haunt my past,

And made perfect portraits of my pain,

I’ve become what I desire yet I’m just learning to love again, to believe again,

I hope love will come in my life again, but at the same time I’m afraid what if not or like before just an illusion,

In my heart I know the truth that I’m half agony half hope 🖤🤍

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Astha Srivastava ♥️