Arrows

Venturing out to the world
From the warmth of your home
With an open heart

Is like going into battle
Without armour

Arrows
Finely crafted, meant to pierce deep
Aimed straight at the opening
In your heart

Come to your dear home
Let the wound heal
Let it become a scar

Next time
Remember to wear your armour
One that’s made of fine metal
Thick and so grand
That it will disguise you


Samuel Tatipamula

Samuel Tatipamula

Aspiring writer. Poetry lover. Movie buff. wearyhead.wordpress.com

2 Comments

Lis · April 29, 2018 at 10:57 pm

feel a sense of melancholy, vulnerability, and rawness that one might feel after being hurt by love <3

Samuel Tatipamula

Samuel Tatipamula · April 30, 2018 at 11:11 am

Thanks for your comment. Along with love, I was also thinking of more subtle things where one might get hurt in day to day life.

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