Once Hurt Visits You

 

Hurt! It silently curls up beneath my skin,

sitting underneath my shadow,

it has no voice, it’s a void of countless heavy breaths

brooding in pointless directions, with weight

that hurts the diaphragm most, heaves and sighs!

Making them think the ecstasy of our souls riding high.

While it's like hiding inside a room, closing the doors

of varied layers of my skin, cocooning more and more,

each day inside me, I try to go and hide inside me those days

my body becomes the home I need, while the apartment,

the concrete around me, the painted walls and paintings,

becomes a tavern I am visiting, hurt is merely not an emotion,

it’s an entire being that sits at the corner of my bed,

staring at me incessantly, poking me until I look back at its face

hurt has a pattern of visiting my abode, it doesn’t knock

it slips silently at most odd times, making my smile suddenly vanish

seldom meeting me in my dreams, shaped as a bioscope,

playing the past in my mind, I hear the screams, the insults,

thrown at my garment, it does bring those dried tears again

does hurt have a way of leaving me one day?

Forever it seems, just like its sudden arrival

which book to read, which movie to watch, which song to listen

that talks about me when I opened the door for hurt to enter

it came with all its baggage of anxiety, hysteria, melancholy,

hurt is not an easy being, it curled up somewhere in my smile,

I am still seeking answers of how I can stop it being my side

perhaps there is no turning back, once hurt visits you

you are never the same, it has shed many layers of your skin,

and each new layer that will be born

contains a bit of it, like a new universe of sulk,

 its aftertaste resting on the tip of your tongue…

Poem by Monalisa Joshi

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