My Heart! How Still It Aches
By HudaFatima
As I sit here on the terrace floor of my college building,
I can hear the distance sound of the vehicles moving,
The cold air kissing my cheeks,
The warmth of the Chill hugs me at my place of sitting,
I quietly stare at a silent chaos of the far end,
It feels peaceful to my grieving heart,
A fresh stream breaks again,
And envelopes me in a wet cane,
I can’t set it wild and free,
How embarrassing would it be?
For me to just start crying in strange company,
I have come to teach myself well,
On how not to shed a drop,
When people are around and I’m not at a secluded spot,
I check and recheck my watch,
‘15 more minutes’ my mind breaks,
I don’t know why It hurts so much,
When I had a quiet good a day,
Maybe it’s the happiness which loves me not,
Or maybe it’s me who knows not - how to keep the smiles warm,
Or maybe it’s my Mom,
Or maybe it’s my Dad,
Or maybe it’s both of them,
Who left me here and said their goodbyes,
I feel like a lost puppy,
Who knows not to whom to turn to,
When her mind gets heavy.
Author Notes: Some days are just harder than others. To live in a world without your Parents is kind of a ‘Break open my head and ripped out my heart’ hard.
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