The Unexpressed
In spite of yearning for love, her soul was petrified of expressing.
Keeping the bountiful love compressed in a little black indestructible box seemed serene.
Her being an extrovert kept all the emotions compressed in that little secret chamber.
But— every minute— every second— she prayed.
She prayed for a tough but tender man to come, and break the unbreakable.
The chamber can neither be broken with a hammer, nor a mallet, nor with anything that exists as matter.
Even the warmth scares her seeing that her already cold heart is scared of freezing alone, again.
She is just adapting herself in a new body that’s cold, every day, every minute.
So, how could one bring out the unexpressed?
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