By Yasshvie V Khare
A lot of change
A lot of pain
With that came
A lot of gain.
Through all the cracks of life's unspoken acts
of the days I cant name
shimmering light returned, though not the same.
And as it bore the weight of what it cost,
it made a mystical golden track
and rebuilt a ray of light that was once lost.
With the broken trust
She stood up with hope
Just to find what felt lost in time.
With every step forward
Towards the gold,
She found paintings of love
Once painted by her in
The room of wonders about the world
She picked them up one by one
To realize its a map of her heart
Made out of only love.
The pain slowly lost it flame
Overtime the change began to tame
With the map in her hand
She started to walk again sure and slow
with her faith in soft flow
the scars all through her veins dissolved like morning dew
What once felt impossible
Now its all becoming true
The music that once stopped playing
now rose,
gently swaying
no longer straying
The cracks remain
But now grows all the exotic flowers
Never seen before.
In the midst of war what seems to be forgotten
She now recalls
“You are never alone"
through the darkest of nights
the light of faith guides her home.