vaibhav - this week's attempt (edit)/ Cradles of Warmth & Tears in Rye

Every song I hear

with voices of joy,

every broken note -

a pause for breath -

this weight,

this burden

of shame and regret

These words,

soft and serene,

silently suffice

as blades to pierce

my fears at night

But these songs of warmth

with voices of joy,

to redeem my fears

shall never suffice.