Drowning in Still Waters
Is pain real?
How intensely do you feel it?
There is pain in everything.
This longing for contact,
the hope to be noticed,
the desire to be heard,
the reason to escape,
the lies,
you have woven around yourself,
to believe,
You are normal,
Perfect, content and gay.
Is the sorrow wanted?
Every time you share,
You rub the surface first,
Then you scratch deeper,
And you realize,
the scars are raw,
Ripe, unhealed,
Fresh, and recent!
Is the suffering required?
A chance to dwell in self-pity,
Or celebrate a memory,
Which is nothing
but abusive,
Repulsive,
And unwarranted.
Why then,
You are still weak,
Swimming against the tide,
Slowly drowning in still waters.
Why then is it hard,
Why does it still exasperate you,
Why this remorse,
Refusal and acceptance?
Is truth so bitter?
Tanzila
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