Get me a thinnest stick,
So, I’d keep breaking my crutches
to show you I can be helpless.
I have set up a wrong example
by holding myself pretty well.
That you got to use your favourite
phrase again, slapping me right where it hurts,
“You are strong! You will handle!”
April, Do you sing any song or sonnet?
Of voices of animals or non-living?
For I’m tired of listening to the noise
coming out of mouths trying to
make sense of everything.
Those with wings have a
pesky habit of flying away.
My quill has feathers too.
What if it departs?
The more I wanted to
scream my pain out,
The better listener I became.
Thinking how badly
others would have wanted it too.
~ to pour it all out.
Trail of thoughts
Stillness of quiet
Overdue reforms
High-pitched screams
With a muted voice
Here’s #midnight
For you