Evident.

An ailment.
A deep cut in my soul - where my mind throbs with pain, my emotions wail in anguish and my will is shrouded by stale dreary circumstances.

I was blessed with physical health which I could not complain about.
But my soul is hurt.
 Cut.
Wounded.

It became very apparent to me when the consequences began to emerge physically. Unfortunately.
Now it is too apparent, walking through the years. 

It is written on my skin. The scars seem to emerge out of nowhere
It is flowing down my hair, as they fall in lumps when I brush.
It is embedded in my eyes; the gloom that emanates from within.
My voice- it cracks when I sing.
My feet and hands.
They no longer dance.

I have tried waiting with patience, joy, and put on my best smile forth.
Yet my heart reels in agony when I lay my head, in my cold bed.

What is this land of languish! You cannot comprehend.
They say 'tis just for a season.
When will this season end..!

(c) Anu Madhubhashinie

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