FROM DISTANT MILES,THEY CARRY WHATS TRUE.
INK SPILLS EMOTIONS- BOTH SAID AND UNSAID,
ECHOES OF HEARTS ON PAPER ARE SPREAD.
LAST EVENING QUIET,ALONE ON THE COUCH,
MY TEARS SOFTLY FELL- I COULDNT AVOUCH,
CAUGHT IN DILEMMA,TORN DEEP WITHIN,
TO REPAIR WHAT IS BROKEN – OR FEAR HOW IT IS SEEN
FOR ONCE I HAD LIVED WHAT THEY TRY TO CONVEY,
WHEN EVERTHING SHATTERS AND SLIPS FAR AWAY.
THE DREAMS THAT WE WOVE,SO TENDER, SO TIGHT,
START FALLING APART IN THE SILENCE OF NIGHT.
I KNOW HOW IT FEELS WHEN HOPE TURNS TO DUST,
WHEN LOVE LOSSES GROUND, WHEN FAITH STARTS TO RUST,.
HOW CAN I BE SO RUTHLESS,HOW CAN I NOT SEE,
THE WEIGHT OF A HEART THAT TRUSTED IN ME?
HOW CAN I BREAK WHATS ALREADY BEEN TORN,
A SOUL FINDING LOVE AFTER BEING SO WORN?
IF DESTINY CALLS ME A HEALER TO BE,
THEN I’LL ANSWER IT FULLY,I’LL SET THAT HEART FREE.
NO MATTER THE WHISPERS,THE WORLD’S PASSING VIEW,
I WILL STAND BY WHATS KIND,BY WHAT FEELS TRUE.
IF I HOLD THE POWER TO BLOOM WHAT’S DEAD,
TO BREATHE LIFE IN PLACES WHERE SILENCE HAS SPREAD,
THEN LET ME CHOOSE GENTLY,WITH CARE FROM THE START-
TO HEAL,NOT TO SHATTER,A ONCE BROKEN HEART.
~ MILAN PATHANIA
AN INTROVERT EMPATH🙏 