By Sakshi Arya
My only attempt to heal;
comes from the realisation that,
P a i n is important to be endured.
It makes me suffer,
while also allows me
time to heal.
It has a capacity to secure
e v e r y t h i n g;
everyone who hurt,
within memory walls.
Secured and Imbued.
They stay forever.
It’s not about building hatred,
but about preventing loss.
Of a bitter past.
One which gave so much courage.
Now it needs p r e v e n t i o n,
Rather than left alone, to fade.
So much hatred,
that taught me
how to L o v e.
In the purest way.
And, those loves,
I need to keep safe.
Cos I won’t be able to live without them,
without remembering,
how they made me what I am.
It’s my possessiveness,
which doesn’t allow me to give them away,
to those vultures, to be swallowed whole.
Just as they gave me off,
when time was different,
and apathetic and way dark.
- not giving up on healing
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