Sweet Surrender

At the peak of my youth

I stood at the balcony

In a palace overlooking

The garden of people

Flowers who bloomed, wilted and died

Grasses who grew and covered the land

Where past selves are buried in nameless tombs

Mementos of war between heart and mind

Should I jump from where I stand alone,

Hope to fall gracefully like plucked rose petals?

At least I know, if your butterfly self

Happen to cross at the empty air below

I will not hesitate taking the step

And simply grow wings in afterlife.

I am a blogger, poet, artist and an aspiring novelist. Through Iridescent Anatomies, I advocate for idea journaling, therapeutic writing and other introspective work.

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