Yes, It's a Thank you Note
Sometimes I amaze myself,
for how I work,
This is one of such times.
I am thankful to you,
For healing me from my old scars,
and giving me wounds at new places.
I never knew you were healing me,
Till I was hurt again and
that hurt was no more at old places.
Well, the past is buried now,Under the slabs of my tears.
I am thankful for your wounds as well,
As for the first time ever
They opened the door of suffering to me.
I was damn scared to walk through,
But I just kept walking,
For I kept hoping it will end and
Sometimes I accepted and befriended it even.
It was the grief of great suffering,
for it tore me from everywhere I was built.
We chit-chatted like friends,
Like ok what do we want,
What works for both of us.
Seriously we did, we cried for both of us,
Oh not you and me,
Me and suffering, we kept humour alive even in our shared tears.
Slowly this new friend took me,
To the window of joy,
Which was nothing less than wonderful peace.
Soon the water gushed through the window,
For it was a flood of everything I had desired for my soul and heart from HIM.
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