Come Out
Little bits of bitterness
is trying to hold on;
This time
Time is teaching ,
the Art of withdrawn.
In panic; the pain
The sunshine to the droplets of rain
They say it will come,
Eventually through Time .
Even The black thundering nights have blue sky
Hidden behind.
It shall come thou ;
But it feels empty ,
without thee.
Its been too long to feel that
It feels to Disown the thought
that makes me think
I am nothing without it.
The time to Summon;
of feeding myself the bad times
Creation of my identity
is lot more than
the toxic things I shall Whine.
Let,
myself own the decision without
Ruling things that could not possibly Be.
A loose end to this thread; just
let it Be.
The way it started
It was your first start;
before even happening
You lived it throughout that.
Attachments are hard.
Work ,Relations and where not?
The time you give In
The satisfaction will start to sound ,
More of you ,Life;
In the harder way
Makes You come Out.
Copyright © Sonali Thakur | Year Posted 2020
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