The Hardest Way

Why do we always have to

Learn it the hardest way,

When all of the pain and agony

Comes crashing in,

As though, the emotions

Whirling around in our mind,

Have hatched a plan of

Pushing our soul into,

The whirlpool of an

Unavoidable Armageddon.

All of the heart breaks that come along,

The heart which had been used to

Relying on that sole source of happiness

As it had cited aside all others,

Some time back, is now left to

Heal itself on it's own, but,

How can it possibly collect

Its thousand pieces that have been

Strewn all over and weave it

Once again into a whole one.

The tears that have left the eyes,

Not simply salt and water,

Running across the puffy cheeks,

As though, the soul is screaming aloud,

Wailing for, desperately aching for

The end of what seems

An endless agony.

We do move on, snap out of

What had broken us, and,

No matter how much we try

To emerge unscathed,

From this fire, no matter

How much we try to conceal

Those scars, in the end,

A dull ache, does remain in the heart.

Guess, it has been perhaps destined for us,

To learn it the hardest way.