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Gurleen Kaur Poem
Even though the world outside shines bright,
inside me, there is still night.
those melancholy thoughts are like long fights,
but this is not only my plight
is this even right?
under that strengthening light.
The sudden outbursts of Cries,
and you left out your sighs.
it feels like life just defies,
as your unable to look in your own eyes.
Remember The Falling of your head,
for getting sleep on the bed.
but you stay awake instead,
which guilt do you plead.
and who do you try to defend,
or I might have misread.
dropping down of tears,
When you try to compare .
your life with others spares,
does it scare?
The burden of the hard rock you bear,
on your chest and your unaware.
about the despair,
Is this your biggest fear?
It's just a small phase of life.
Although it might seem like walking on a knife,
but there is still the glimpse of happiness that alive.
there is no need to disguise,
No matter how much tragic the event is the sun still arise.
this is a long marathon to run,
So kiddo let's have a little break and some fun.
let go of the sorrow once ,
so that the flow of the time can begin.
your inner self might take some time to heal,
but I promise it could be good to feel .
don't keep your emotions concealed,
share them with someone who might be your family friends, doctor, or a person whom you believe.
so today let's make out to deal,
this day onward we would never put ourselves under any ordeal.
as it's true that life is a gift,
and God has its plan even in the hardest rift.
the moments flow with the swift,
so always put the happy memories uplift.
Copyright © Gurleen Kaur | Year Posted 2023
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Gurleen Kaur Poem
Dreams dreams and dreams,
Although the reality is far away from the fantasy realms.
Under the sunbeams, I considered it mainstream,
but all I could hear were my screams and screams.
Walking along the shores of the beach,
With the lane of the memories impeach.
Sudden the bubble of joy breached,
And my freedom was not within my reach.
I wanted to be a teen and imagine myself as a Queen,
But there was a bitter truth in the scene,
as I never believed that Monster could easily feign,
in the form of a king with whom I wanted to reign. every bruise that I had he told me he never mean,
but all I knew was I was stuck in a Halloween.
With every slap,
I was looking for more mishaps.
My heart was terrible with scrap,
I clearly remember the time I collapse.
It was the method to blow off your steam perhaps,
But for me, it was a trauma inside that trap.
Rather than blaming you,
I was hating myself it's true.
I knew you would never change your view,
but still, I was waiting there with my skin black and blue.
My thoughts in my mind were like clutter,
I had a lot to splutter.
but I shutter and mutter,
if I brought the truth then I would have to suffer.
But one day I walk out fighting the fear,
Binding the confidence that had been Tear.
Although the moments were hard to bear,
I let go of my tears.
the story was hard to hear,
and the dots were unclear.
I started my life again,
away from his pain.
a lot of happiness regains,
but what was most important was the freedom that I reobtain.
sometimes it still shakes my hand,
when that anxiety filled with memories land.
I used to think that it was all my bad,
But no it was you that I misunderstand.
but now I am fully glad,
as I am living the days as I planned.
The poem showcases the haunted truths that every domestic violence victim proceeds through and the prerequisite of the bravery with which she/he can overpower that duration and live a fresh life with happiness and freedom.
Copyright © Gurleen Kaur | Year Posted 2023
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