As I struggle to find the right words to make you feel alright,
I realize how loose my grip is on the words I so proudly call mine.
I feel the rope tightening around my neck as I try, in vain, to not let you fall from these heights.
In search of words, hastily, I wander,
only to find myself helpless —
worried I might just scar you further,
for I know, more often than not, I find ones that take to roses,
unaware of the thorns that cut deep.
I find myself helpless; silence, my companion
By: Swaratmika V
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