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