From a past couple of days, my life has turned upside down. It has meandered past expectations into the realms of the unthinkable. All of this – unfortunately – isn’t positive at all. I was looking to put words to the circumstances I’m enduring right now but they wouldn’t just flow. Sometimes, even the hardest of circumstances steal your words.
I opened, without conviction, a notepad I used to write on. On the very first page, I found a poem I once wrote for the sake of practice; here it is:-
The flicker dies – finally – without hesitation
Supporting the weight of a chaste future
Ridden with possibilities – of making new
Connections and discovering the undiscovered
Yet, the connection can die young while in thoughts
When the fear of unknown inspires uncertainty
Which can either reward, or punish
So what should I do? Should I fight or should I learn?
But for how long should I endure? Do they not say that
Life never ends? Burdened by questions when
No one could answer, I buried myself, trying to escape
On to a path unlabeled – to rekindle hope I had lost
And once more, to give life to my dead planet
But why – why – does the fear of failure still cloud my soul?
Now, the search for the greener pastures have begun
The contents are moving, reshuffling and are now resorted
The space expands like the expanding universe
So now the change must settle in – it must inspire who I am
New thoughts can now be born, carrying weight of a task
that even the angels feel not to uphold – but the show must go on
I can’t help but claim that the words that eluded me were already there, once written away when they were not as important. Life, my friends, is truly strange and unpredictable.