A rivulet of tears running down my face.
A pain so pretty, the one I gladly embrace.
A stream of sorrow running down my neck.
An ache so intolerable, leaving me to be wrecked.
A river of feelings running down my chest.
A hollowness so deep that I beg to be blessed.
A sea of grief running down my spine.
A struggle so strong yet I keep saying “I’m fine.”
An ocean of guilt running down my legs,
Shouldering the burden of the things that others said.
Just a drop of happiness, of health and hope.
To give me the strength I need,
to keep walking on this tightrope.
-Megha Bhartiya 💜
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