Whatβs this darkness I feel inside?
It tries its damnedest to overwhelm me
I feel my bruised resolve slipping
Like ketchup sliding out of a bottle
Reluctantly first, then easily gave way.
Whatβs this cloud I just can barely see above my head?
My trembling fingers moved to my eyes as if I could wish it away
Its foreboding presence stifles me as I lay there
Curled up pathetically on the cold barren ground
Like the frightened child I am.
About to succumb to this madness,
I remove my hand willing myself to face my doom, thatβs when I saw it –
Barely a flicker of the elusive light
Floating before my vision, with no care in whatβs left of the world
It reminded of this thing called β¦
Hope β¦
I let it settle on my tongue
AndΒ liked how it tasted
Familiar, light and sweet
Curious, I unfolded my stiff limbs
And reached out.
Alas! It danced away
And I stumbled to the ground with a painful thump
Iβve been here for far too long
To go without one last fight
My wings unfold, echoes in the soundless night
My purpose, my ties, my dreams and expectations
Drawing strength from these, I rise
Muscles tense, jaws clenched
A chance I must risk
Despite the unforgiving earth
That would await my fatal descent
I lurch upwards to my fate β¦
~Devina
I’m not too sure what had provoked me to write this, maybe it’s the me inside that feels the heavy chains of my insecurities pulling me down, deeper into despair but I still have to fight it, I must have hope and I believe this not only goes to me but to everyone else.
There are people out there that gain satisfaction from wiping that radiant smile off your face, pointing out your flaws, poking and prodding until you feel sore and unsure and unsatisfied with who you are when you are perfectly fine as any human can be. Sometimes one of those people bringing you down can be yourself, just tell that part of you to stuff it.
Each of us have potential to do so much, to be so much, affecting so many and we have to realize that. Until we do, we hold ourselves down by negative thoughts. The world today, much of it, is negative and I believe you are what you think soΒ we need to be thinking in a positive frame of mind to cancel it out.
I’ll end this brief sermon with a few wise words:
βNo one can make you feel inferior without your consent.β
β Eleanor Roosevelt, This is My Story
Hope you all had a good weekend and here’s a an even better week ahead. Monday came too bloody fast …
Cheers!