Breaking The Patterns

By Swayema Shaikh

Often you realize you are hurt,

For no specific reason could be something weird and absurd,

Those insignificant flickering sparks that burn your soul,

ripping every cell and tearing to a depth unknown,

for those questions which sheds your tears,

reveals answers which are out of fear,

you are in pain and struggling with the injury,

However, trivial it is not going to heal certainly,

for every time you come back and heal yourself with love,

sanctity of love changes to what you deserve,

Holding it together and lying to yourself is a try to mend,

It is like the threads together still broken into strands,

those unhealed wounds and injuries create boundaries for survival,

even after the fights, struggle, and healing is a never-ending trial,

In this aloofness, a moment of hope keeps everything uncluttered,

amidst those warm twigs and ridges, you still suffered,

It's the moment to switch from the internal being,

away from the disrupted energies to a space of healing,

Not letting the abyss vanish your eternal peace,

Ahh!! finally it is the moment of release,

This metamorphosis will create a paradigm shift,

Love and peace will spread in the cosmos,

Securing everyone together eluding the sorrows.

By Swayema Shaikh