I was hurt, deep inside…
it was wounded everywhere.
wounds traveled deeper.
It was hard to forget the reasons
which made me hurt
Even to stitch them was hard and scary
It was easier to think about it
worry about it to kill me.
I worried as wounds went deeper
But something inside me
stitched my wounds.
An expert tailor, maybe.
It wasn’t painful as I thought.
But my heart was burnt
a state near to the ashes…
I cried aloud,
took all of my energy
I made up my mind filled with confidence
I had the mind to believe I can do it.
I tried, I did it, I am free now…
Free from all wounds and worries.