Tears of a Torn Heart
Yet getting stronger.
Times she felt squelched,
Tears would have flowed, but not any longer,
She's now strong.
She's even stronger than she can imagine,
When she needs to pour out her emotions in teardrops,
They refuse to flow.
When she needs to vent,
Her voice fails.
When she regains her voice,
She's not heard,
Her voice drowns in a multitude of voices,
Her aching heart gets broken,
Her broken pieces gets crushed.
Only if she opens up,
Will we see the scars behind such a belle.
She has had her pratfalls,
And others had taken
Way too much advantage of it.
She deserves a plaudit,
If she still gives out her trust.
Being once encircled with virtue bandits,
And reviled severally.
Suffering lots of slyness,
And trying to drag herself out from the filthy mess.
Now, she prefers being choked by hurt,
Than dropping her eye's tear,
Yet feigning cheer.
Sometimes she had said,
"I'd rather keep mute
than become stigma's nurse,
thank goodness it is not etched on my cheeks".
Sometimes, she had thought
Being feminine was misdeed.
But that lad, who would know her covert pain,
Mend her broken pieces,
And love her for who she is,
The heavens fill him with blessedness!
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