A Piece of me...That wilts through Pain...Yet in Love Blooms!

There’s no Manual to Pain, yet Coco’s presence here, is my only strength

Love touches us in places that we keep guarded, it’s like the water that mixes with tears & gets soft & soothing through life’s saltiness. It makes us kinder & a better version of ourselves. Coco has done that for me. He Knows me through & through, beyond the layers of pain & sadness.

You know what that kind of “Belongingness” does, it makes you aware that your tears are here for a reason. That this Pain has opened a door within your heart, where prayers as breath-wisp & Sun of Winter sky blooms wings

& You’re Not Alone & that space breathes magic.

Pain teaches you more of yourself & when you’ve walked the earth through lonesome evenings, it shows you the strength in Solitude. In being fearless like a child.

It makes you Give not Receive. For it is in Giving that we find ourselves.

To be tender as the song that breathes on earths breast & water as Compassionate & Wings as light!

To look other in the eye & let him know that he’s seen, for its in reaching out, that we Receive.

Have you known Pain like this, As for me beyond all the muscles & nerves failings, Love alone set me free. Has Pain made you Kind, Kiss Forgiveness to lost minds & Touch Souls. For what I’ve learnt through Pain is that we are not the definitions of this world & in the end it shall matter not what is achieved, but has your presence here touched Humanity. Cocos presence through my pain is my answer to Prayer of love & I’ve been Loved by kindness & warmth that emanates from his every pore. Has Pain taught you that....

No! There’s no manual for people like me, battling the worst of pains, Other than Love. It let’s your tears be, for what makes us beautiful is that amidst all horrors of life, we’ve guarded our Vulnerabilities. In the end it won’t matter how shiny your name in this world is carved, but weather Your Light found its way to touch upon those who’re lost

If anyone were to ask me, what defines you, I’ll say, it’s Love & these works of art are nothing but that piece of me that wilts through Pain, Yet in Love Blooms!

What defines you....

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©️ Meghna/2021