The Power of Prayer
In the memories of my grandfather

(the day after I lost him)
Life has to go on
Even in the hardest times of mourn
You've to wake up
howsoever was your night
You've to smile
Even when inside
you sigh
You've to walk
Even when inside you're dead
You've to talk
But inside you're blank
You've to blossom
But inside you stank
You have to move on
From everything that happened
You've carried this heart
Even when it was dampened
By the thoughts you never want to think
By the sights that made you sink
In the unending despair
But you've faith in PRAYER
You woke up with a smile
Embellished the atmosphere
And this time it's not fragile
Now you're walking and you're talking
Now you blossom and you look heartwarming
Your heart has collected all the broken pieces back
The pieces still delicate, you arranged them in the stack
The stack stood upright
(Ofc you're a bit scared for it to shatter again
But this time
You've the power of prayer)
You behold it without fright
Misery, pain scars converted to lesson
You finally know what it means to be in heaven
Heaven, inside you
Heaven, a part of you
Heaven, you always knew
Now
you're not scare'
All you know is
faith in PRAYER
About the Creator
Varnika Agarwal
The writer is a theoretical physics geek with thousands of hobbies, writing being one of them. She has been writing self-help non-fiction content on Substack. She wants to fill the reader's life with positivity, productivity and calmness.
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