When wounds run wide and deep
I would rather not feel but sleep
Until the day turn into night
Unseen beauty of the moonlight.
When wounds carry pain and misery
I would rather not think but parry
Until the season change from warmth to cold
Unheard breeze locked in my threshold.
The slashes and slices I kept hidden within
Bleeds continuously damning my skin
My eyes fail in what lies ahead and beyond
Swimming in profuse blood in my very own pond.
The struggles will remain when I refuse to see
Forgiving myself is my greatest journey
Looking back at my past and the wounds it bears
Letting go of the hauntings and all its nightmares.
Because I want the beauty of the ethereal moonlight
Surrendering myself to a futile fight
Because I want the release of the calming breeze
Yielding myself to all that I miss.
When wounds hold the sorrow of my past
I lay down my hand and whatever I cast
On this day forth my wounds would stop their seize
Allowing myself to bathe in sweet moonlight breeze.
“Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers, but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain, but for the heart to conquer it.”
~ Rabindranath Tagore
Happy new beginnings to all,