Not Every Day Is For Me
Not every day is for me,
And I think it is quite true.
I found me devastated in a tiring day
And I wished for the time to pass through.
When I was little, I had a cut in my leg, with a water bottle
I was feeling guilty for breaking the water bottle, and I was trying to hide
Not knowing that my every footstep had blood, going everywhere with me
My parents did not scold me, not a single word to take against
But I was too afraid for the broken bottle, not for me.
I was feeling the same, after a long time...
Maybe I am worried too much for an uncertain present.
Trying to be calculative, not knowing where I truly belong.
Perhaps it is time to kiss goodbye, the love of my life.
For, sometimes, letting go has no other alternatives in life.
I kissed the face of my boy at night,
I was holding him close to me
And I felt, nowhere is there for me to hide now,
I wished these bleeding moments were not for me.
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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