To the battles we lost,
The deafening scream for help left unsaid,
And all the pain that haunts us to sleep,
These are only shadows of the past,
A step, inching close to hug the perhaps of tomorrow,
Skin to skin, hope and faith finally colliding,
That no matter how many scars etched on your skin,
Shall be healed,
From a joyous grace that's bound to happen.
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
A Gift Of Love
ŞiirTo you who gets to read this, let this be our testimony that even in depth of despair, there still, and will always be hope to guide our way out of melancholy.
