Silver linings

He carves stories on his skin
Decorating different intricate
Designs each telling a different
Story of his life so that he never
Forgets the insults he endured
There are some barely visible
Lines that are marked softly but
Permanently across his arms
The forgivable mistakes buried
And forgotten by the world but
He refuses to let go of the times
He didn’t have enough money
He traces the more deeper ones
And winces as the memories
Assault him with how he had let
Down his parents by not making
To the top institute for his career
Trying to stable his trembling
Hands he gingerly touches the
Sore spot still burning from half
Hour ago when she had walked out
On him accusing him of cheating
On her leaving him broken behind
Alone trying to find a purpose since
All he seemed to do is disappoint
People who had no place for him
His eyes travel across all the little
Turns and twists of the lost city
He hopelessly keeps working on
Hoping someone will help him out
Till then it’s him and his silver linings


20 thoughts on “Silver linings

  1. sorry bout my outburst I was angry by post of other demoralizing women shaming them to the core feasting at thier demeanor or weakness .I feel really bad because it’s not right . In the middle of the turbulent storm I don’t know whom to save I or other mermaids who are lost at sea hope you understand.


  2. Letting go is hard. I know what your suffering tastes like. It’s one thing to make peace with the pain, but it’s another to try to fill the hole in your heart left behind when someone you love walks out of your life. Thank you for sharing your words. You are not alone.

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