Let’s Talk Each Turn | Poem

There is a void,

Which feels now,

Maybe its called caring.

I still visit the dark places,

I kept them hidden for years,

I wonder,

What we may come to us,

Your presence feels haven,

Your words heals that broken light,

I’m afraid to not see you,

I’m scared to not walk with you,

That’s where I write un-complex,

I’m beginning to partner you.

I see darkness wherever I rest my heart,

Surprise, it does not hurt anymore,

Now, I feel compassion of a woman,

Worth knowing everything about.

There is a void,

Which feels now,

Maybe its called caring.

©Suraj Jangid

Advertisements

You may also like

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.