ABSINRAW

If at all
there was another world,
where the river of life
flowed differently.

Where words didn’t fail
to travel across
and reach your heart
harmlessly.

Where moving forward
came easier
unlike a scar that itches
every now and then.

Where broken bonds
didn’t leave shards
eager to pierce the fingers
scraping them.

Where tears poured
meant strength
to mend one’s soul
and bring warmth to the heart.

And the silences
were filled with prayers
that echoed in emptiness
tearing the noise apart.

Where you could trade shoes
just to see,
what goes in my mind,
what it’s like to be me.

And maybe then
we could laugh together.
Shall we dream, or shall we try
to make what we have better?