An evocative poem about suffering, by Amita, exclusively for Different Truths.
The remnants of my silence Hung on the words Heart-felt, held, weighed On my tongue heavy – Unuttered. Like the remnants of my tears Dried on my cheeks – Heart-wrenched, drenched, Taste on my lips salty – Unwiped. The remnants of my hope Breathe out with my sigh – Escape from my soul – Unheld
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Heartfelt.
Amita you have left me crying after reading your poem. It’s amazing how well you are able to put your heart 💜 in words so beautifully🙏