It leaves minds tired
Hands twisted
Feet confused
Pieces lost in dialect
Hidden on the floor
While thoughts spill
And slip into the cracks
Of old forgotten insecurities never filled
It is left on the table
Until an urge to complete the unfinished task returns again
Irritation sets in
Frustration sets in
Life breaks into ceramic shards
But they can be glued back together
Like a warped puzzle
That desires to be whole
But needs a bit of effort
From steady, willing and unrelenting hands
That never learned the meaning of giving up
Love always, Esha ❤
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