Whole

The gaping hole in my heart,

I fill with gold, lust and dark cloud of matter.

Yet the hole remains, asking for more.

Exposed

under the web of vanity, superficiality.

Then His light shines,

transforming me into a reflective mind.

As I let go of victimhood,

and the shallow sentences of narcissistic prose,

my heart becomes whole.

Written by Saloni Khatri

Your name is on my tongue. Your image is in my sight. Your memory is in my heart. Where can I send the words, that I write ~Rumi

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