By Anna Jijo
Nothing tastes sweet like agony,
Neither is it bitter nor pricky;
Rather it is a refuge
For those who suffer;
A bit ironic, some might opine.
Nonetheless, let agony devour you,
Let it pierce your flesh and bones,
Let it conquer your uncertainties,
Let it shatter your brittle heart.
Lost; you might feel;
It is only a matter of time
Till you are back on your feet,
Feeling alive again,
Primed to fight the world.
Agony’s not eternal;
For change is constant.
By Anna Jijo
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