There is a cravice
in my cheeks
on which a tide of tears
has flowed upon
The person who once was
is now gone
He is the stranger
before me
fragmented and torn
Lifes full of harsh lessons
we must learn
My heart has shattered
into a million pieces
Tearing through my flesh
it burns
Will this pain subside
I feel so
withered
so tired
battered
bruised
This is one fight
I shall lose
I can't fix
what is happening
So the cravice will grow
What lesson will I learn
I do not know
But one day soon
I will have to let you go

Her silent steps were not as effortless as they once were
with footpads worn down from constantly having to walk away,
she tiptoed around the beast that blocked the path she had traveled
hoping it would not awaken when she crept closer to view it.
What caused her to veer so close she could not explain
with a thousand paths that would have provided a safer distance,
but one step too close and the deep rumbling sleep halted
and a quick gasp was consumed by the quiet that preceded it.
In that moment her curiosity turned into caution
as she saw the tiny scythes attached to each finger,
the trembling escaped her core and into her limbs
as she thought it reached to take what it wanted before departing.
What could a beast want except the same as those before it
but it turned slowly and stared through your eyes,
you thought that it might pour you into a cup to consume your essence
and you flinched every single time it caressed you.
Each touch and caress built a bridge of bone and flesh
for exhausted souls to travel across to meet,
in hopes she would wear down her footpads just a little more
to escape the walls of the hedge maze she was in.
So that she may be as enlightened as the moon
as it illuminates the path for earthly travelers at night
while the sun ceaselessly pours its energy over it
and glorifies how brightly it shines.

I rose from the clouds,
Awaken by the mist of your eyes,
Your heavy smile drunking me sorelesly,
Moving down my ribs down my flesh,
Hanging me to the best joy,
Growing your light over me
Taking all my breath astray.

Having someone to share your pain with doesn't always necessarily make the pain any less...but what it does is that it helps you to deal with the pain better...i sometimes miss having such a person in my life('coz there are some kind of pains that you can't share with everyone)...so all i can do is write and i must admit it makes me feel lighter if not better...i guess it's a way of just clearing my head,refreshing my soul and letting it all out...at times it gets hard to do so but it's like this constant suffocation i seem to suffer from until and unless i write and share a part of me...and once i have shared it i feel this strong sense of relief and satisfaction...it's like my soul is at peace again.