Dormant# daily prompt# season 3 #attempt 16
For poems are not mere words
That flow out just from nowhere
They are those feelings and emotions
That lie Dormant inside layers
Finding no other way to get expressed
They errupt and cover the paper
With ink of bleeding heart…
In hope to get cured
From pain of loneliness
Healing all those scars
Which were left behind
By those…
Who were supposed
To put some balm…
Copyright ©2017 Meenakshi Sethi,Wings Of Poetry
All Rights Reserved
Advertisements
Writing is cathartic indeed. Loved the poem as well as the pic!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank You Shaloo 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful ….love the way u composed it 😇
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank You Rohit 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
I relate to this in a personal level. This is such a beautiful way of putting it!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m glad you feel that way! Thank You 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Last 4 lines!! ❤❤❤
LikeLiked by 1 person
I know…thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely true, poetry is the balm that cures the soul and gives expression. Your choice of words simply captures what lies inside the heart and expressed so well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank You Vishal glad you find it so 😊
LikeLike
So well expressed the suppressed, indescribable, hidden feelings, somehow made its way through layers of time and circumstances. The power of the ink and strokes!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank You Miriam! We are blessed that atleast we can take help of our ink to express them…
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s true, and we are thankful for the freedom of doing so!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Cheers for that ☺
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m thankful every day!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Agreed indeed. Subconscious mind is dormant with thinest layer of conscious covering.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank You! There is a whole world inside layers of our mind…
LikeLike
True !😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is aweome. I hope you could visit my site too and give feedback on how i can improve it. Thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sure I will visit soon!
LikeLike