Nothing is infinite.
Not even your loss.
Incite me the reasons,
why your life has no cost?
It blows my mind to think all this time,
a handful of metaphors rarely convince-
setting aside the rhymes.

You are not as simple as they wanted you to be.
This sky is no home, but you are made of the sea.

I'm aware sometimes,
you can't even breathe deeply.
Tears that could fill reservoirs,
‘shamefully’ pour into your sleep.
You, healer, needs to heal.
Make it bearable.
It is not inhumane to feel.