Why I don’t feel any love,
Why I remember the fluttering dove,
The space in me begins to haunt,
Makes me do things I fear I daunt.
I feel the world pounces on me,
Why can’t they just let me be,
What makes me so vulnerable,
Transparent and sentimental?
Why is every tear questioned?
Why? Can I not cry?
Why I am feeling lost,
Sinking, but in no direction.
Why does the sunrise mock at me,
Why does every bloom smirk,
Where is the warmth?
Where is its fragrance?
Why am I stammering,
Suffocated and exasperating?
I need an ear,
Not to listen but to hear.
This too shall pass,
I know it shall,
All I want is faith and belief,
To forgive and to love again.
~
Nidhi
All will be well, it shall pass.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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My pleasure 🙂
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Beauty. Thank you for this beautiful poem that make me feel in peace the way I am, and the way things turned out. “I need an ear, Not to listen but to hear”.
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Thank you Alejandra 🙂 means a lot to me
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