My voice no longer cracks
at the mention of loss,
or at the mention of love
(once they always followed each other
like ants in search for food)
I have grown a new heart,
that doesn’t want to be covered with shields,
that is capable of losing without bitterness,
that can hold your hand and trust your stride
even when it cannot trust itself.
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I love the concluding lines
Glad you liked it 🙂
Thanks 🙂
Nice positive poem Nayana 😀😀 😀😀
Thank you 🙂