Streets are silent.
Sounds inside her get unbearable.
It takes a lot of strength to pretend everything is fine, when it’s not.
She feels the ground beneath and thanks the skies – she is still standing on her own two feet.
She just needs courage to walk out and run – breathing in the silence, and letting it seep through her existence – till peace reigns.
It doesn’t matter if she falls somewhere. She will get up and move again, or just meet her end – of her own independent will.
It doesn’t matter if the silence is life or death … it is needed.
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This is so intense, Reena. The last sentence so profound.
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Thanks a ton, Usha! It feels good to find kindred spirits who resonate.
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My pleasure.
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Her torment is palpable through your words. Well done.
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Thank you, Keith!
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‘She will get up and move again, or just meet her end – of her own independent will.’ Beautifully written, Reena.
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Thanks a ton, Indira! Somehow “independent will” is so important to me.
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Reblogged this on About the Jez of It.
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Thanks!
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Such anguish, beautifully reflected in your words, Reena. Really well written.
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Thanks a ton, Chris!
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Such a powerful poem Reena. Thanks for joining in with this moving story.
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Thank you, Sadje!
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You’re welcome my friend
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