I know you, your deep scars,
Hidden pain, bitter angst….
You are there, once I was….
Wronged, fooled, trashed!
To say healed I muster not,
Just hovered and hovered,
Till was above the filth,
The vantage above discerning
The scars are medallions,
Of a war well fought.
The pain is a goldmine,
Where I dug out soul.
Clearest quartz crystal,
With veins of gold,
I made it a pendant,
Sister you wear it as brooch.
Let the sun shine through it,
Raw and pure,
More coveted than crowns.
Shashikala Sasidharan
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Deep mystical painful, A fantastic penning
Thank you shamsher…. It feels great to be appreciated…☺️
Pain is oozing from each line and become a crystal of dewy tear……..Splendid write Shashikalaji…:-)
Thankyou so much maya
A challenging work that uses fairy-tale allegories and imagery to address issues of psychological trauma and self-harm.
EDITORIAL FOOTNOTE ( For the benefit of the author )
The last line ” Raw and pure,coveted than crowns ” does not actually make sense.
Had it been simply ” raw and pure “. that would have worked. The ” coveted than crowns ” would have worked had you inserted ” more” ,i.e. ” more coveted than crowns”.
Thankyou Louis… Yes you are correct….thanks for the great comments, I will edit the last sentence duly….☺️
Splendid !
Thankyou Ramesh Rai …. ☺️