#WritcoPoemPrompt116
All was just merely coincidence,
Mismatching the present for the past,
Believed it was related to past-life experience,
Hope that the next day wouldn't be the last.

Trying hard to see my beauty within,
With every hurt , every pain , every scar,
It seemed as if I had lost my wind,
Or had I lost who I was from afar.

Overthinking, overanalyzing, over caring,
these be the toxic traits of who I was,
Breathing, crying, breaking,
Praying one day God will send an angel from above.

In everything I had to find a meaning,
or atleast that's what I told myself,
nostalgic past haunted me from morning til' evening,
Seeing my life past me by on a shelf.

"It's going to be okay", "your going to be alright", I told her,
knowing as fast as that thought come it would disappear,
Not because she was broken or sad or lost,
But bcuz she convinced her heart to heal and let life reappear!




© Ayesha