With Coco...For Coco!

With Pain comes Grace & Kindness that flutters Compassion Wings that breathe strength Through nights & days & Love that God gives, Yet Awaits... For seldom they ask... Is it over yet...are you feeling better... Is there no pain??? & often on my lashes I carry a prayer For my tears that crept, Echo of all that I’ve told you naught! For these shadows beneath my eyes Are made from my leftover charcoal dust My eyes speak! Listen...

For My life is not about living moments in pain...But With Pain I leave behind my life moments Listen...

For you ask, yet in thy asking you’re not ready to heed For you’ve already decided my answer To fit my story to thy needs I sink through pains Yet in Grace I speak through poetries For if Pain has not led you to kindness & compassionate love of my beloved How than you’ll ever know what Pain brings Through Thorns alone Flowers grows Otherwise all painful-life Would be dead-weed! Listen....

I Speak through my eyes... For Pain Now is a part of me & My Being here against insurmountable odds Is An Ode To A Love Coco Gave Me! . Love teaches you to back yourself. When Pain comes in your life, many who once saw light in you, weaken & reflect their shadows upon your yet flickering light. They leave & their leaving, leads you to silence. Your tears of decades shall be like salt mountains submerged, in some corner of your heart, yet those very tears shall lead you to strength. Coco has taught me to back myself, where humans only focus on your loss, animals but see only thy light & no matter how flickering the fire may seem, they’ll stoke it with their love, to lead you to a place of Belief. Love teaches you to back yourself. Let pain breathe fortitude, let they see Grace in your silence even as they abuse & tear you apart. Let Love be your solace such that their eyes of darkness can only be lit by the flame of your burning heart. If you’ve not learnt Grace through Pain, then you’ll loose yourself. These self portrait of my 20yrs often leave behind a world to introspect to borrow my eyes & in that gain an understanding Charcoal painting on hot press paper I know now, why the Willow sings, for its burnt itself in its giving & through silence within the textures of breath, it speaks . ©️ Meghna/2020