It’s Peaceful Poem by Rabeena C H
It’s peaceful-
The ease of being dead.
Wrapped in white, wiping away the masks of makeup.
It’s peaceful.
“She lived a life,”
they say-
fed their hunger, quenched his lust, dressed for him.
And for her?
Someone asked.
Oh, for her?
She carved a room, a sanctuary no one could enter.
There, she cradled her dreams, her fears, her sorrows.
She polished them with her tears,
wrapped them in the warmth of forgotten smiles, and left them behind-
a secret, untouchable, hers alone.
It’s peaceful now.