RELIEF IN PAIN

 

A sorrow that lingers, or a moment of ease,

yet this is the only pain that brings me peace.

Crimson stains fall, like blood from my veins,

but in this ache, I find some quiet remains.

 

 

A fleeting cure, or just a soft reprieve,

could understanding be what I need to believe?

If others could feel the weight of this hue,

would it ease the sadness I’ve held for too long, too true?

 

 

Perhaps, if not for thoughts that stir in the night,

I could quiet the storm and find some light.

If not for the overthinking, the endless maze,

would I feel less lost, less trapped in this haze?

 

 

If not for the shades of pink and blue,

stretching beneath a sky that's wide and untrue,

I could escape the marks that time has left,

not just the ink, but the scars I’ve kept.

 

 

And if the chains that bind me, old and tight,

weren’t wrapped in memories that steal my sight.

Maybe I could breathe, maybe I could fly,

and let go of the past, and never ask why.

Daniyal Siddiqui HSSC-I