I’m going to keep this
pain.
Relish it, rewind it,
remember it.
In cold, sweaty nights,
In long, lonely rides.
In rainy, muddy days,
In slippery, twisted
ways.
Through the creaks in my
eyes,
Drain it, dread it, dream
it.
In music lost and stale,
In notes wrinkled and
pale.
In ink, black, blue and
red,
In the broken corners of
my bed.
So, yes, I’m going to
keep this pain.
Breathe it, blend it,
bleed it.
-
- - Sayantani Sarkar.
