tears of the silenced.

Wavering across the timeless thread ,

each day.

I wonder what made life

treat me this way.

That at the mild age

of just twelve

It let him annihilate

my soul

off myself.

“Was is it all my fault ? “

I often asked myself.

I was a mere kid

Unaware of the world

And the blotches it had.

Yet

Every night,

As I shut my eyes

I feel his hankering soul

Quenching its thirst

on my life.

His callous fingers,

Piercing deep,

through the fresh flesh

of mine.

And oh!

I wish I knew for

what to scream

When he bleeded me off

my lil girl dream.

With relentless words,

And shallow screams,

He beat me down to

nothing.

Yet ,

I stand here, today.

Stronger than ever.

Ready to push him down

his grave.

I’m the bamboo to his storms

‘Unbreakable. And. Brave’

I’m resilient,

Please, Note.

And though , I might have been quiet for too long

But no more.

It’s crushing, to drown,

I know.

But above all I’ll rise

and grow,

My guards that he

stripped down below .

– By Vaishnavi Parihar.

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5 Comments Add yours

  1. Volpone24 says:

    Felt quite real. I hope you rise so far that, even he can’t reach you and you don’t even have to look at him

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      1. Volpone24 says:

        ❤️

        Liked by 1 person

  2. Flexible as the bamboo, ah, yes! A grand characteristic to embrace. ❤️🦋🌀

    Liked by 1 person

    1. SAUDADE says:

      Haha, yes!
      💙

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