Tears clouding her vision
A lump in her throat
Refusing to go down;
The sting of a hundred needles
Piercing her heart,
A thorny rose crushed
In her delicate palm...
The helplessness of deception
The remorse of a wrong decision
The serpentine thoughts threatening
To strangulate her at once...
When she finally decided to stop
The self-torture and self-pity;
Wiping her tears fiercely,
She tried to smile
Recollecting fond childhood memories
Night outs with her best friends
And there she was...
Laughing her heart out
Defeating the tears;
Surrendering to pain is never an option
She had grown up
Singing in the chaos
And dancing with a broken foot.
-Purba Chakraborty
(22.06.2016)
Linking this poem to Poets United Midweek Motif ~ Resilience
