Maybe along the way

I realised you were the only hope when the world broke me apart.

Windows shudder, even my hands hesitate to open them, fearing the wind may reopen wounds hidden beneath in caress.

In the midst of heavy winds, one breaks the window, shattering the glass that promised forever In the end it was the wind that broke me.

The wind that promised healing broke me apart. But am I to blame for my hands hesitate to open them, to let the air caress me.

Whilst the wind’s turmoil wreaked a weary heart, filled with grief.

Among the chaos, rose a butterfly, its wings to be the ocean, landing on me, a mere human in the midst of disaster.

Vaani…