Dusty

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It didn't matter when you first dented my trust
Yes it hurt then, and yes it hurt after
When we brought a hammer to the works-
But the panels were smoothed out again

Then my claws, sharp and pointed
Slashed the affection you had for me,
Sting did the needles we took to the tears-
But the gaps did get sealed again

Wrong I was to rip out a piece
Leaving a chasm where belief used to dwell
We struggled hard to find the right fit-
But the mosaic of us was completed again

You threw me off the throne of credence
And reduced me to a thousand shards
The glue was messy and the work was hard-
But all we were did form again

I guess I took our skill for granted
With hammer, thread, glue and… hope
I thought we could fix anything again
But where does one go when there's only dust?

Written By Aditi V

Bio: Aditi is a med student that likes, in no specific order, to eat, sleep, cook, read, write and laugh.

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