The silent cry left unheard, How silent is it really As the pecking of a bird Against the hard wood tree, Or as a pin drop in a silent room
The silent cry screams out of every pore Its like that bundle of hair that doesnt leave the carpet after a thorough vacuum It hurts more than a canker sore It traps you shakes you to the core
The silent cry is usually the result of a sudden trauma, Something that you thought you would never lose It makes you feel in a state of a coma You are not dead but you arent truly alive either You aren't a grape but neither are you that raisin that withers And gives wine.
It imprisons your soul. You feel trapped and helpless With nowhere to go You want to end your lifeless Soul
The tears roll down and are so darn hot You realize the people who are truly yours and those that are not It feels like you are rowing the whole boat on your own
People say move on Look at the lot That have less than you
But dear this isn't a game of chess where you moved the wrong pawn You have the right to feel pain Its okay don't berate yourself over it in vain You aren't Cain Others pain doesn't make yours less When all your traumas coalesce
Feel it and allow it to seep in Allow yourself to cry out loud And scream Don't suppress the pain Its Pouiseulle's law You push it in It will come stronger than before
But don't ever think that that tear and heavy chest is unnoticed It is noticed by the one closer to our jugular vein
#farcry #wod Allow yourself to feel the pain. Your creator is watching you. It is not left unheard.
Like all of yours my story is special too,
But unlike yours mine is painted with a strange hue,
I was reluctant to be showered by the rains of love,
As girls in our family were supposed to be purer than a white dove.
So my nurturers (parents) watered me with marriage first,
Later over the buds of life, settled the dewdrops of love and trust,
I wanted to study further after marriage, a tough choice,
That sounded like a sin, the in-laws suppressed my voice.
Depressed me couldn't find a way out, never wanted a strife,
Happiness was beneath my feet but that was not suffice in life,
I wished to create my own identity, not to munch on hubby's wallet,
But beyond my expectations, he proved to be a real soul mate.
He made full-proof plan to let me achieve my dreams I desired,
Faking petty fights we made all falsely believe our marriage had retired,
I packed my bags and moved back to my parents' house,
Whilst throughout the two years of my B.Ed. course I dated my spouse.
This was the best thing that ever happened to me,
All the pinkie desires to have a boyfriend turned into reality,
We had coffee dates, picnics, parties, late night chats, all the romantic fun,
Meanwhile I completed my teaching course and we declared our reunion.