blogging Haiku lifestyle literature poem poetry

I need therapy too

I know it isn’t easy for you, I believe,

I need therapy too!

For the life, I sculpted myself,

from love and tenderness.

The terrific past I could see,

from my actions and outcomes

that I feel, isn’t me.

I could see my outrage

is something I was unapologetic about,

now my moon scars are mistakes

that I own up in a single vow.

Don’t you think your canvas is bothered

with the colours they put you through,

It isn’t just you, I need therapy too.

-Riya Shah

blogging Haiku lifestyle literature poem poetry

In her father’s arm

A breath he gave her to bring her to this world,

her mother feared strangers knowing that the world was brutal for “her”.

She wanted “her” to be safe, he was the only man she would trust,

as he had an essence of him within “her”.

A few months of delivery, the child senses unusual,

screaming the hurt of pain between “her” legs,

something was happening unjust!!

“Her” mother pointed up the distress, he said it was normal,

infants do cry maybe she is craving in hunger.

Took “her” to the doctor, the doctor couldn’t believe,

a daughter of 4months wasn’t safe

around the one who brought “her” to exist.

“Her” mother couldn’t hear the truth as the pain was extreme,

in “her” father’s arm, she was facing reality.

-Riya Shah