Poetry sets me Free

Sometimes you find

yourself broken.

So much that every little piece

keeps shattering

everytime you try to fix.

But yet you keep on trying to hold

And keep going.

You bleed tears

Within

Your heart hurts

Your soul screams

And then you just make it look

It’s perfect.

By saying, “I am ok.”

With a smile.

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20 responses to “Poetry sets me Free”

  1. And we have to fake it till we make it.. Beautiful one!!

    1. Thank you.. we have all learnt the hard way out…🤗

  2. Perfect title!! Poetry does set us free.. And ever so often we say we are ok..

    1. Thank you… almost that’s the only thing we say…

  3. Beautiful poem Fatema. I love how beautifully you write and transport me to your world with your writing!

    1. Thank you Richa..made my day.. means a lot

  4. Beautiful.. Very apt title💚💚

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