Dimmed Hope
Standing in the room ,
Facing the mirror
I could see my
Weeping reflection .
The reflection that I saw
Was a reflection of broken
Yet powerful eyes.
Those black hair ,
Brown pupils
Almond eyes
Everything started blurring.
Hues were circling my vision
My mind started buzzing ,
My body went chaotic
I was spiralling into darkness
Again.
The sun was hiding behind
The thundered metallic purple
Sky .
It was fading ,
Just like my hope
And ability to carry on .
Somewhere
Within me ,
I knew that I could
Build myself up again.
But I didn't want to
Pick those sharp glassy pieces again .
I didn't want it to
Sting again.
All I wanted was ;
The agony to end .
I felt as if fate and time ,
We're playing a cruel game
On me.
A game ,
That i was not close to winning .
I had become so fragile
That even a slight mishap
Would break my parts ,
Visible lines of colour
Would form .
Lines of defeat ,
I aimed to be water
But ended up being rocks .
I no longer had any clarity
I had no tranquility
I had nothing much left .
Part of me wanted to collapse ,
To fall down further in the
Sea of darkness ,
Defeat .
Part of me wanted to cling on
To the rope of hope .
I wanted to see another day
And so my curiosity and
Fading hope ;
Prevented me from falling
Too deep.
My mind was like a
River trapped in a dam .
It was rushing , but was
Not of much use.
My body ,
On the other hand was just done.
Yet ,
My heart had a tiny string hope left .
A tiny string ,
That I held on to .
The string
Prevented me from falling too deep .
It saved me like a big
Unexpected hand .
And so sometimes when ,
Everything is wrong ,
All you need is a bit of hope
Even if it's dim .
It'll work.
-Ridhima Joshi
4.9.18
I wrote this poem when I was suffering really bad. I'm still suffering, but better than before. This is just my story. Please vote 🌟 also thank you for 610 reads! Means a lot .
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