Ripped heart, tear-stained face
I am tired, want to slow down my pace
Exhausted soul, achy limbs
Want to rest, had many turbulent swims
Been swarmed with pains, now no more
Peacefully I want to reach the shore
Achieved enough, and yet this void
Those feelings of which I feel devoid
Still entice me from time to time
But will be wrong if I start to mime
Same actions which I did in past
Results of which, did not last
So better to accept what isn’t there
Why to strive to get that share
Which wasn’t probably meant for me
Should help myself, by letting me free
From the clutches of those painful wants
Let me write my story in different fonts
Accepting the artist of my fate as me
I’ll paint a lively picture to see
I’ll soar above the pain of past
Rising above those shadows cast
Welcoming whatever lies ahead
On this path now I’ll tread
Sonal's Poems 