By Tavisha
After the six days of war she settles down on her couch within the four walls
Rare rhythm of calmness settling in her lotus eyes
Lotus Eyes which silently mourn under the pile of chores on the days of storms
Dead bodies walking all around
Her breathing stops the world outside Is too loud
After six days she finally shuts her pink door
Sunday mornings is time she finds herself back home
The flowers on her pillow
The soft petal mattress
The scented candles that purify her soul
The guitar strings stitching her wounds
Her ears stop bleeding as soon as her cat whispers "everything is going to be okay my love "
Her eyes aren't red anymore
She finally smiles at the picture of her and her mom thinking "i was such a happy child"
At the end of the day she sits beside her garden of hopes
To write poems of how her days have been so sore
Sunday mornings is the time
Her heartbeat and fears are finally in control
By Tavisha
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