The Afterlife... Poem by Rakhi Oza

Bruised and hurt.. I walked miles alone...bleeding.. I was thirsty.. I saw the sea there... Calling me loud out with its noisy waves... The storms were approaching me with their arms stretched wide.. I was thirsty so I had the salty water burning my throat deep as the salt striking walls of my nerves and smashing my pain down.. The sand hid my blood as it took them back to the sea along with the waves.. With pace of the waves I lost my courage... I lost my strength with the pace of wind that blew my hair silently keeping my wounds untouched.. I was finding a middle ground between my courage and failure.. I don't wanna be brave anymore.. I don't wanna be courageous anymore.. I don't wanna be strong anymore...

I just want to cry out loud.. So loud that my throat hurts.. So bad that eyes bleed... I just wanna go insane and scratch my own wounds because that's the only way to feel better..

Only pain can heal pain.. Pain keeps you alive.. Pain gives a sense of life to the dead.. Those who killed you shall be forgiven... Always.. Forgiveness is the best escape.. As people think of you as the stronger one but who knows that somewhere deep down there, you've been forgiving them so that you can escape the pain of revenge and jealousy and pain! ! ! ....

-The dead,
denies life and chooses to live dead..