TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ABUSE AND VIOLENCE

Our mother’s don’t tell us that sometimes,

we need to be more scared of our own mind, that everytime

Where I could not say no, and move to light

what races through my head

is that why could I not move from the bed

I did not know whether it was normal or abuse that I suffered

Or was it just my fate that my life had to be shattered

It exhausted me, so there I stood, erasing my memory, scrubbing my body, removing the touch

I cried obsessively that night, until my face was covered with kajal smudge

I called out for the unknown, incessantly, madly in hunger, to the point of suffocation, with the loneliness grudge

All I craved was an ear to hear

The story of my inconsiderate silence

But it loomed in me, till I buried it, and pretended it to be a noir

I removed all the strings to that dark alliance

I did not want to be called a victim; instead, not helpless

Perhaps, it had to be touched again, for me to feel breathless

It took me over five years to utter a word

And I lost my trust, this time, to the touch of love

It felt like my nerves were cut and all I did was to cause blood

I decided to leave instead to hold

This time, I needed to hate the love, to love the me

I promised myself to leave this story untold

Well, I doubted my life

As it gave me another stride

Though it attacked my soul, and made my heart a bore

I stand here, today, claiming that life has more

If I can fight the monster of my past trauma

If I can have love in plethora

So, will you…give it a chance, won’t you?