When Bleeding Thorns Sing Their Song!

This Vulnerability...

This Naivety....

Will someday strike a chord

Nay! You can't tell me...

Not to sing my song!

My Beloveds gift of pain

Pours words of soul

Someday...in time

They'll be voice for those

Where pain is often looked as a sign of weakness

Where ridicules are seen as norm

Where one is asked to sweep it all under the rug & weak in minds their abuses pour

When one is asked to serve an image; The very life that pain breathes gets stifled

If pain makes them see you as different; Then different is good for that too is an expression of Gods song

For the artist & writers that history serves; Were never meant to be a clone!

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If God has gifted me pain, then even through that I'll make the best of it. Let Pain take it all, let it make you vulnerable, beautiful & truthful in soul. Let it make you paint your story like none. Many times when there's this undertone that don't talk about pain; to them I say, Pain is every second of my breath that God has gifted me. And if Pain too has not nurtured its beauty then we wouldn't hold a Freida Khalo, a Vangogh or writers work as something to be cherished. If Pain has broken open thy soul, then bare it all, for its expression of Gods love to leave inspiration of stories even though they are bleeding thorns. It's Now close to a month & my inflammation is high & unable to walk. Coco & Atul keep me strong. A moment in pain & the whirring sound of fan

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Copyright: Meghna/2019