Wounds And Me

Wounds And Me long poem

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Wounds get scratched
To the depth of infinities
From where I had started
Started that journey
That I knew will never end
But perhaps I imagined it all
I imagined I’m carrying along as always
Carrying that wound healer with me
I never checked on it
If it is really there
Then while I fell down
On my way to that destiny
I got deep wounds
Wounds that needed to be cured
So I started looking for that heeler
To my surprise!
To my great surprise it never existed
It never existed
And I realized when I needed it
When I needed it to heal me
So in midst of those woods
Where no one accompanied
But my shadow followed
No one was there to cure
I had trusted blindly
I was carrying that healer
That was never there
So I left calmly
I realized pain can’t be cured
So I started carrying pain
Instead of those hopes
That I was carrying
So I got cured
I got cured to the depth
Depth of those infinities
Where I stopped looking for that healer
Then I started
I started trusting
Trusting my own soul
That never betrayed me
I felt that inner voice
That had been looking for me
Looking for me through broken glasses
And still been there
Always there
When I needed to fix those broken pieces
I never knew it was no where
No where but inside my own self
Where universe exists unseen
Huh! Wounds got healed
Healed to the depth of infinities

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