Hurt Stories

Why don’t we give us sometime

for the hurt to find its aim

for the stories to be remembered

Unfolded they have

Like a flower

they began a bud

then bloomed as the days passed

groomed by the sun and the rains

Now the petals are shedding

with the seasons changing

Will it bear fruit

Or will it die in vain

Will the life’s cycle be perpetual

Or will it be terminal

We are what we are

And life is what it is

What we are and what life is

are what stories are

and what we are …

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Eki Akhwan, 21 May 2017