A knot twists fiercely, uncurling, breathless yet free. Slowly getting up, makes way to the light. Trembling in joy for freedom is at hand. Scrambled in its walk for uneasy lies fear, boring deep within. The knot of despair, is not ever beyond repair. Life waits, to lend a hand. Despair #amwriting #despair #loneliness #tejaswiniaura #poetry #life #writerslife #literature
