These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Suicide.

Was safe inside the deadly calm
Of the tornado’s eye
But chose to dive into the frenzied winds –
Their shrieking chorus
At one with my anguish.

More than tossed,
Was battered,
Bruised.
Could have easily surrendered to
The inevitable catastrophe;
To silence.


But as the storm was destructive,
So was my will equally strong –
Indomitable
And again I found the calm.

This time, with it
Was blessed sunshine.


03.04.02
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