When I finally stood up,
wiped off my tears. Tied up my hair.
I gathered my body, stood up
put my heart back in place.
Cleaned the convulsions of my mind, straightened up my soul.
I realized, I am alone.
I’ll fight alone, they are no longer there to hold my hand,
They did enough. They will only push me to hell now.
I searched my journals, turned pages.
Looked into all, one after one.
Only to find weepings and rantings, scribbled with blood.
I realized…in the past 8 years, there wasn’t a single laugh marked.
All I found were tears that washed the time written with grey ink.
And my smiles after midnight, yes! Struggles of pretending to smile.
I realized, I was alone. Everyone of us is.
I repented, bowed down.
As I realized I have a booked apartment
waiting deep down the city, in solitude.
My head kissed the ground and the last tear
moistened it, whispering in the name of God.