I find serenity in throes of suffering,
Iโve drowned my heart in desires,
Iโve stitched my wounds with threads of anticipation,
Yet tied my limbs with venomous wires,
Iโve pierced my pale skin with scarlet shreds of terror,
And glued back ruined pieces that donโt belong,
Iโve broken fetters of guilt and shame,
Yet continued to hold on pain all along,
Iโve run from shadows that haunt my past,
And made perfect portraits of my pain,
Iโve become what I desire yet Iโm just learning to love again, to believe again,
I hope love will come in my life again, but at the same time Iโm afraid what if not or like before just an illusion,
In my heart I know the truth that Iโm half agony half hope ๐ค๐ค
Astha Srivastava โฅ๏ธ