Magical grief

Magical grief

A Poem by Ayushi Jha

I whispered my lows.
Deep, deeper, yet to not hoe.
Flushing heart, tapping toes.
Shot eyes.... plastic woe.
Little did I know,
less spoken is so much more.

Rushed, am rushing
from owned thoughts,
to their thoughts being mould.
Naively taken, not in hold,
knotted minds, doubt bold.

Such a canny art,
you form to structure soul.
Soul will sink,
in the ocean shadowed.
Shadow? It will guide you
to the bright on shore.
That hope will capture
and for fear, it will flow.

Think, revive, master control.
Be subtle in your rough,
don't crack in a blow.
Now conquer the pain,
that glum bestowed,
but magical was the grief,
well-built you rose.

© 2017 Ayushi Jha

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I cannot contain the mystic nature of your words, how you give them life and release them to confess your pain, your longing, this process of grieving and moving somehow to the light. Enchanted wonder. xo

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Ayushi Jha

1 Year Ago

Thank you! Will try to write more and better :)
Echoes of Eros

1 Year Ago

Ah, simply keep writing your soul and all will be glorious. :)

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Added on January 5, 2017
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