Stories Scribbled on Sunday #14

Eyes sore from unshed tears. 

Voice hoarse from unspoken words. 

I stare into the blank. 

Walking steady, blinded, not knowing where my feet are taking me. 

Not knowing what’s forth.

Will it always be like this…Me against the stride, but forced to flow with it? 

Will I ever get to stand on my own footing? 

Scratchedmysoul

Aishwarya Singh

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