Yes , the visions of those dark nights
Still scares me to hell,
And i wake up with a shaken body
And a lot of things to tell

Then i ask myself if its just the dream
Or i am not able to give up on the memories
That has left me some scars
And a sickening feeling
That would again left me abandoned and doleful.

I went down through the woods alone ,
Thinking that what worse could happen.
But yes we met again,
And this time i knew i would survive,
But you made sure you left me with misery full of bowl.

Its strange that,
Even if i try to leave something behind
I realized those moments what made me
The finest version of myself
And made me a brave soul.

Anindita Rath