I thought healing would be romantic,
All my wants catered to, like a Queen,
It would be easy, bubble baths and creams,
Listened to and follow mine every whim,
Yet healing turned out to be much more,
It encompassed all that and a strength
I had never known,
To defeat my demons,
To learn how to wait,
To learn respect for others and myself,
To learn which want to cater to,
Fight for,
And which whim to ignore,
Despite the hurt it bought,
Healing was more than romantic,
It was a brutal growth bittersweet,
Like a Queen it made me,
But a warrior, not spoilt,
Not hardened from battles,
But soft and sweet,
And just a little wild,
Restrained in my smile,
Unleashed in my teeth.
Anjali Roongta
@anjalieoongtsisya_official
