PAIN
My injury is mine, my pain
is mine;
The bruises on heart and oozing blood
are mine!
The tears that dribbled down,
and the salty layers that gnawed my cheeks
are mine!
That frown was mine,
that sigh was mine
and silent groan was mine!
When the wound has healed,
that indelible scar on my skin
that remained forever
is too mine!
The words that wounded me
are mine
and the world that smirked
and laughed behind
is verily mine!
I may never forget
this odium, it's time and tone;
and it may happen again,
again...again!
But well, with me its fine!
Love and forgiveness
too are mine!
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