He turned the key and opened his door
Darkness and loneliness were awaiting him
It was not like this before some time
So many souls used to clue their eyes to the door
For him to appear after a day’s work
But now everything changed
He closed the door and let out a sigh
Neither sad nor sorry for anything
But just pride beaming in his eyes
He went inside his darkroom
Like a butterfly that breaks its cocoon
And flies out to freedom, he emerges out
In a red saree with bold lips and smoky eyes
And dangle earrings and gajra on her mane
Choosing courage over comfort
I’m participating in the Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge through October.
Today’s Prompt
– “You can choose courage, or you can
choose comfort, but you cannot choose both.”
Adding this to #FridayReflections too
