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Uninvited Guests.
I switch off the lights in my room,
Uninvited guests knock at the door, I sigh.
Peeling off my mask that hid my sorrows,
They forcefully enter and sit with me for a while.Grief comes forth and hugs me, pulling me closer.
The more tightly it held me, the more tears came out.
Months of pain, frustration, anxiety, rage….
My tears were an amalgamation of all
Unsaid and pressed down emotions.I attempted to get up but Agony held me down
And I was forced to face the sins of my past.
I struggled through meandering and muddy paths
But it only led me back to my miseries and traumas.Saw a blurred figure knelt down infront of me,
It had a wistful smile across his face, Nostalgia…
I shut my eyes, rewind to the good times;
Sharing lunch with friends and gathering sea shells.The guests were soon gone and I didn’t have to
Shelter the pain inside my chest anymore.By: Hamna Adeel
@hamnaadeel20
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