Loneliness appears, like a gleaming dagger in darkness,
she  takes refuge under the tree of silence
she thinks her concealment would bring peace
in her heart,
she invokes happy memories

her soul is hurt,
she smells blood,
while trying to pull out arrows,
one by one.
she still has,
hope in nights' healing power.

with thousand gleaming eyes,
night watches her from a distance.
" women easily forget pains"
a voice from past speaks to her wounded soul.
she remembers all those
women, their perseverance,

learns to forget a dreadful chapter in her past.

she hopes:
"only if darkness is a curtain,
i can pull down
at will,
I would be healed'

these words echo
in her inner silence.
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