Bleeding Heart

My spirit remained unruffled
in the midst of sorrow
A sweet smiling face
was the image I portrayed
I convinced others
including myself
that I was strong;
that everything was fine
But nobody knew:
my broken heart was bleeding!
On the late afternoon of the seventh day, I burst into tears
My pain and loneliness manifested as tears streamed down my face
My grieving heart could no longer
bear the buried pain of seeing him go
Like a volcano, my heart erupted!

A tribute to the man who played a very important role in my life: My late father
© Copyright 2001 JoyWadi 101719


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