Hello bello readers today I am going to write about the most negative thing that happen to us in our lives that is our trauma a time where we did not know how to go on in life we didn't know what to react and yes once again this is going to be in form of poetry: I WANTED TO SAY SO MUCH BUT WORD WERE LESS PAINFUL DAYS NIGHTS WERE RESTLESS WAS IT ALL MY MISTAKE ? OR YOU JUST HAD A DIFFERENT TAKE I AM UNSURE OF MY RIGHT AND WRONG CUES BUT YOURS WERE PRETTY CLEAR AND THAT LED ME TO THE WORLD OF BLUES I DON'T REMEMBER EXACTLY ALL THE FACT BUT YOUR VENOMOUS ACT IS THERE IN MY HEAD INTACT DEVOID OF SUPPORT LIVED LIKE A ROBOT EXPECTING SOMEONE TO RESCUE ME NOT FROM ANYTHING ELSE BUT ME SILENCE WAS KILLING ME VIOLENCE TOOK PLACE WILLINGLY
Hello bello readers :) writing after ages actually I always get stuck in my boring mundane work and then suddenly I realize that hello you are a poetess too so coming back with a new poem . MOVING ON -NEW STRATEGIES OF SURVIVAL Surrendering to the flow even in the process if I loose the golden glow high tide or slow apprehensions I throw moving ahead alive or dead walking with faith in my heart no less from the start past was a different game old innocent strategies of survival which were mostly lame got myself a new identity a new name indeed I will still pray for fame no more innocent planning I proclaim going with the flow no more proving innocence nothing to show. CHAPTER 2 :) Hello bello readers coming back with a new post this new year I have decided to fully change myself so I will be sharing more gyans to you guys but but but in the form of poetry mostly ...