Sharing a poem with you all after a very long time.
Hope you enjoy it!
How vulnerable a soul becomes?
Opens itself to let another in,
Only fools would follow suit.
Is she one of them?
Such a paradox this is.
She cannot let someone in,
Without her getting out.
Those walls she builds around herself,
Her pride and joy, her vault,
That fortress she feels naked without.
Is there anything more vile than an exposed soul?
All that hurt,
All those festering wounds,
Those scars of pain engulf her.
But he clothes her,
Nurses her wounds with oil and wine.
A cloak of acceptance,
A ring of love.
But it is just a dream.