Evasion of leftover sorrow
And miscreant patches in my heart
I plea to the one I name, a thief
To withhold what breaks me apart.
The impaling hit your absence makes
Cannot disappear with lasting memories
I move forward, to retract my aches
And turn deluge of tears into my remedies.
I, with discomfort, go on – wherever you are,
The idea of no return, with the clues of many reasons
I control the power of the sting of your scar
And I do not attend to my broken pieces.
Am I damaged? Do I know how to feel?
It strikes me in the corner of my emotions;
The thought I will never heal
From the steps we have taken by our devotions.
Can you pull me into my righteous path?
I wish to frisk by the ocean with your company
And disconnect from agonizing wrath.
I was once known to be bubbly.
Behind me, I acknowledge your being
I dream for you to catch me
You have gifted me with sense of freeing
So that today I can clearly see.