—After you left —

—After you left —

I hid all the peaces. I couldn’t stitch them. Yet I couldn’t show them.

I carried the holes and empty spaces with no urge to fill them. But I had to find wholeness somehow. I found it hard to accept my brokenness. So I put on a facade.

My ugly cries choked me more than your nonchalance. The wounds were getting infected . Till the pain tore me,  like a surgeons cut. Precise in the pain .The wounds were exposed.

Tears freed. Finally, accepting my fragile heart. The broken pieces I had the courage to stitch. So guess what;

After you left ,

I learnt to heal , it took time but I finally learnt;

Healing and its process

–Abrafi Sefa—

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