Pained.
Day 23 of 100.
I hide between the white spaces in sentences
where nothing makes sense,
and yet everything resides.
Peacefully. Perfectly still.
I put on a hard façade and deflect pain,
but I forget I can feel it. What a bane —
I'm human, and I'm kind.
Fully. Truthfully so.
I can't plan for a future,
but today I can nurture —
my human-self. My kind-self.
Pained and abandoned.
Taking a breath again.
I hope to feel myself soon.
Thank you for reaching the end of this post. Could you buy me a few books?
Swathi is writing a blog post everyday for 100 days
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