People make it all seem so easy.
To make, break and heal again.
And life.
Gracefully countering each one its shoves,
Entering and leaving its various phases ever so smoothly.
Emerging Victorious, unharmed and whole.

Here I am, stumbling my way through
And losing a part of myself with each climb.
On my knees, as I barely hold on to my past.
My future, blinking at the end of the tunnel.
Breath ragged, clothes torn.
Changed and weaker each time.

a.z

Published in Us magazine, The News International 15 April, 16:
http://www.thenews.com.pk/magazine/us/112631-POETS-CORNER