Peacefully Unsaid

By Amisha Tiwari

I wonder if psychologists were right,

Burning the past traumas wasn't fright

Fright is what he carries on his shoulders

My past, my circle, and my emptied folders

Folders that were once filled with love, patience, and trust

I burned the bridges and held my hand diet only to burst

Bursting and lashing the alienated concepts I once had

Now help me swallow the morsel of lumps I hold in my mouth

Mouth that spoke verses of words

Lies deep in my chest unwillingly unheard

Unheard and unseen is all I want to be

To be hidden and still, feel free

Free though I want him to be

The person who's ready to spend his entire life with me

Me, myself and I, the battle that doesn't seem to end

I hope he's the one to understand

Understand that some words are better left unsaid

Understand the pain, the agony and leave it peacefully unsaid

By Amisha Tiwari