In the aftermath

In the aftermath

Grimacing through the glimpses of her past self,

She passed by her pictures on the old shelf

Laughing through her eyes that endowed merriment,

Her Today was enslaved by the darkness of melancholy.

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Iraya transcended the bitterness of her existence,

She held onto the thread of persistence

Drawling onto the served pieces of joy,

In her solitude, she rejoiced.

When there was madness in the deaths of despair,

When the sadness left her broken in the bed.

The stars enraged in the sombreness of her mind,

She dived under the waters of sleep to find.

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To find an ounce of love that held her spirit and kindled her love,

To find beauty in all the disoriented bits of her core,

To find peace in the broken morsels of her trust lying on the kitchen floor.

Condescending conundrums beat to the metaphoric tune of life,

In her shadows, she yearned to end her strife.

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The strife that blazed her world into a war,

A battle where she faced unfathomable defeat,

She wanted to end this strife,

Where finally her two ends could meet.

Poetically quoted that suffering was the comfort we drew from pain,

Iraya longed to no longer wait for the storm to pass, but dance in the rain.

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She was no less than a work of art that lay in fragmented pieces,

Healing her wounds and learning from her journey,

She did not need to be an artist to complete her masterpiece.

For there lay bliss in being an incomplete version of life’s maze,

To embrace that in time we will bloom with dignity and grace.

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It takes time to reap what you have sown,

Let life make you fall in love with the beauty of the unknown.

_Hridya.