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THANK YEW❤

Thank you for leaving me
At my doorstep after giving
Me the best weeks of my life.
Thank you for all those but when
You left me you really showed me
Who I am,
I was shattered for days,
It seemed to me I had devoured
Gigantic rocks and they're laying
In my stomach, weighing me down
Each time I stood up to face the world,
Every day it was a battle, I kept
Fighting and questioning why you
Did that to me, days were
Hard to pass by, I spent most
Of them sleeping to take my mind off
You, even though you haunted me
In my dreams and spent my nights
Drowning in nostalgia of how happy
We were and we never really had
A good ending but at last I'm here
Now. Better than ever, better than
Who I was, I never thought months
Ago that one day I'll be standing strong,
and I won't pass days or nights,
I'll live them. I live my life with more
Of my heart, I'm brave and powerful
And my happiness doesn't depend on
Anyone. Thank you for showing me that
It's the trust I need in me. Thank you
Forgoing and leaving me, I needed that.
Thank you for showing me I'm loved
Even if I have no one else to love me.
Thank you, life is way better now. I think
I needed that. I needed to realize happiness
Comes from within. I needed to know
How much strength these bones hold
How much this heart could take.
Thank you."

-VAISHNAVI DHAMODHARAN

Comments

  1. Silvya MarySeptember 21, 2020 at 5:53 AM

    Nice

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  2. MGNE public voiceSeptember 21, 2020 at 5:57 AM

    Great, good representation, intensity of words and its emotions are too deep, sensible writing, keep writing more

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  3. UnknownSeptember 21, 2020 at 6:25 AM

    Very nice.. .Keep rocking. .

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