my heart is a many scarred plain
each tells its own tale
of misplaced trust and wanting to be loved
misunderstandings and betrayal,
many vengeful weeds watered with teary rain
deep craters with pools of blood
which had stopped hurting
only existing as reminders
that just one more might be enough
for the whole thing to just break apart
but i never did believe that lie
i wore each **** with pride
it took a while to realize
that loving me was nobody’s job but mine
but once that came, along came peace
now only the silt of experience remains
after forgiveness washed away my pain

-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  05.10.2012

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