Hello Everyone... First of all Thank-you for Being Here...!!!
Today i am writing a Poetry with the title of "Worn", I am not proffesional just trying little bit.. so please read it completly and give your suggesions...!!! Hope you Like it.
My brittle bones are tired from the chaos of the world,
And they want to be touched with the softness of gentle words
I learn for kindness to sweep away the lingering doubts,
And release love from the dark crevasses of our mouths.
If our tongues could slow down the never-ending harshness,
And our hands could find each other through this darkness
Maybe there is renewed hope left in our cells just yet,
Maybe our voices will begin to offer more than just threat.
If the mental war continues to entangle with our veins,
infecting those who are brave enough to come near our pain,
We'll lose ourselves in a sea of tempest misery,
and conclude that everyone else is at fault but me.
So, I dont know when well be able to heal again.
There is so much more work left for us to tend.
But I know there is peace in our bones my friend.
And maybe we will find our way to it once again.
Thank-you for Reading
With lots of love- 
