Musings of a confused butterfly

At one point, before him I wanted a kingdom I wanted someone to build me one But now After it all I realise Its not a kingdom I wanted It was just him All of him But all I got was a kiss It wasn't passionate Wasn't paniful Didn't split my lip It didn't taste like  bliss, love or hope It was a dark kiss one that licked the edges of danger and heartbreak It challenged me And then it broke me I got too close Too much and now I'm paying the price -Sruthi Nair If you have any suggestions, doubts or queries feel free to mention them in the comment box below. My poetry book ' Fires of Grief: A tale of transformation' is available on Amazon and Flipkart. For a special discount use code PRINCESS50 on the website below. Fires of Grief

 Grief isn't an emotion. It is a state of being, and guilt held grief by the hand, caoxing it to the other side of survival and breaking its kneecaps just before the finsh line.  Grief can be a catastrophic thing. You can let it destroy either you or those around you. I know I'm making it sound like a choice. It is and it's not. Like all things in life, how grief is handled is based on choices.  What no one prepares you for is how cruel and manipulative grief can be or how it uses your pain to beat you down again and again. Grief clouds the roads laid before you and it's so easy to get lost.  To survive something terrible you have to bury how it makes you feel. And after you get through it, when it's safe, you can allow yourself to feel.  Somedays when I look in the mirror I see a different me. I see someone barely holding it together. I see someone fighting so damn hard to stay strong, that I am not letting myself feel what happened.  Now I realise it's be...