When Bleeding Thorns Sing Their Song!
- Dec 11, 2019
- 1 min read
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
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