An average lifetale told by an average narration
Bundles of emotions bottled leading to self destruction..
Ignorance of nurturance has always moulded..
The time floats with damages unfolded.
Spaces in heart often hurts yet often abdicates
Shining stars around let's the identity suffocate
Years earmarked with loneliness and pain..
A yearning to scream was stifled by one's own restrain..
This passenger has traveled long distances, really far away..
Yet thorns and shards of the broken past embellish the very life's bouquet
Hope that someday someone will have a perfect childhood..
Never eclipsed by neglect, misjudgement and falsehoods.. .
©mona
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