Poetry

Healing

February 16, 2019March 30, 2020by Soni Tiwari

I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts

Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind

I have picked my way through the sharp shards

left from the words I have said to myself

And after all these years, meeting myself

felt like taking a breath of fresh air

After suffocating in the stagnant breath of a lifetime

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