unredeeming in
my attire of pain.
Lashed by bitter
storms of accusations
my honesty is
poor protection.
My armour
I thought-
never knowing
it would show
my Achilles Heel.
Opening myself
in all my
rawness-
in all my
lack of beauty-
in all that
I have ever been-
My honesty
is my undoing.
(Hasn't it always been?)
Mercy is an option.
Not one I'd choose
though.
I'll wait.
And Hope.
Because I know
it's my honesty
that will stand
guard-
When the demons
of doubt
are vanquished.
As they must be.
As they will be.
For,
Though pain be its gift,
Love never fails.
Utterly beautiful!!! Honesty, nothing beats it!
ReplyDeleteMy honesty
ReplyDeleteis my undoing.
(Hasn't it always been?)
speechless!! beautiful!
lover never fails! painful be it, it survives- o'er n o'er...n we move on, never once regretting! :) i loved diz!!
Rukhiya, thank you so much!
ReplyDeleteSash..:) You say it true.. it survives and we never regret any of the pain felt in love:) Thank you!