Her voice is tamed.
Constricted, constrained,
No words of consolation,
Even with a wholehearted devotion.
Stuck in a melancholy of silence,
No help, no guidance.
Only sighs, only cries,
Near a body of no replies.
Her desire: no more sorrow,
Hopes for a wyser tomorrow.
With time, the pain dissipates,
The mind heals & regenerates.
We all have bad days or go through difficult moments … Strength comes through struggles but the beauty is that even though we all go through tough moments, we always find a way to heal. Each story comes battle scars to remind us of our strength and our willingness to fight and keep going no matter what. There is always a tomorrow to be wyser, to be happier; to be better. What you can handle is beyond what you can think of!
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