Cresent Moon
My story of depression and anxiety
It's been going on
For a year now ,
Yet it feels like an eternity .
It's like a Cresent moon
Darkly beautiful
My eyes are fazed
As if they have
cataracts in them ;
My mind has started losing its
Focus ,
It has become a broken road
With slow progress .
It has broken and
Made me aware at the same time.
It's a teacher
aswell a stone.
It has confused me,
Opened doors
That I'm yet to know the
Purpose of .
It's turning my heart
Into a mud vessel and ;
Moulding my mind into
Steel.
Always knew that
There are wars going on
Yet never realised that—
One could exist in me .
I have been battling for
God knows how long.
My shield is breaking ,
My hope is fading like
The smokey wind.
I'm yet to know the outcome ,
The affect .
I just know that it's
Like the thorns and roses ,
Painfully beautiful.
It melts me slowly
Like ice ,
Sets me on fire
In public .
Pieces scatter away into
The unknown .
It has turned me into a
Flickering candle .
There's no candle without
A wind.
My candle is melting softly ;
Winds flows—
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow .
It wants the flame to fade ,
That won't happen .
Atleast not now .
My flame sometimes lessens ,
But not much for me to burn .
The sight can be described as :
A candle around a fast gushing sea .
It has some aspects of modern art ;
People comment about it
But nobody knows the ingredients
Behind it.
If you look at it from
The mind's view :
It manages to fit itself ,
Into every aspect of
Creation .
Beautiful Painful Creations
It's a Cresent Moon
Darkly beautiful.
-Ridhima Joshi
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