Broken window panes

In an empty house but,
Not alone,
I live with my sadness,
Looking like a clown.
I feel broken but,
I’m not the only one who’s broke,
My window panes are my companion as well the pearls of my broken necklace scattered on the floor.
I’ve tried to fix myself but,
Failed to do it with your presence on my bones.

My wounds are healing now and I’m watering my soul,
Peace is not easy,
It’s a privilege to be in hole and yet to feel whole.

@mansibhaskarr

12 Comments

  1. Dilebayaan says:

    ❤️❤️❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  2. NeerKash says:

    Beauteous and Heartfelt..❤

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks a lot ♥️

      Liked by 1 person

  3. anuj121999 says:

    It’s so so so so Good.
    You are awesome 🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

  4. anuj121999 says:

    It was so so so so Good
    You are awesome 🥺🥺🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️

    Liked by 1 person

    1. ♥️♥️♥️♥️thankyouuu

      Like

  5. -Eugi ☕️ says:

    Awesome poem and thank you for following my blog!

    Liked by 1 person

      1. -Eugi ☕️ says:

        Most welcome!

        Liked by 1 person

  6. Lekhak says:

    Well penned up 👍👍

    Liked by 1 person

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