My Companion

I bent backwards
To contain these festering feelings
Like a concealed wound –
Only to come apart
Split at the seams and
My madness tumbling,
Colliding with your heart!

Your heart remembers
Yearning to embrace with love,
Acceptance and patience –
All my ragged fragments
Are being smoothed over
By your gentle hands,
I lie, assembled again!
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Anne Adarsh

Anne Adarsh is a radiologist by profession but finds herself repeatedly returning to her first love in all things. Poetry. A self-confessed Recluse also blessed (or cursed perhaps!), with an insatiable curiosity to learn new things, writing to her, means a landscape in her mind's eye, to which she can always escape to, whenever life closes in on her.