Weak and
frail I am, to write my heart aches
This
chronic pain is slowly taking my life away
Eight long
years of medication
And in
between troughs of depression
For not
being able to get rid of the situation
Has
shattered me into pieces a million
Opportunities
knock and fade in lifeless shades of grey
At my
refusals and excuses, I so easily let my dreams recede away
Can't
burden my loved ones always
And rub on
them my heart's sadness
The fear of
when I will be gone
who shall
take care of my little one
Remains the
biggest reason on my holding on
I still sip
back my tears every day in optimism
Also,
holding on to the hazy rays of hope
That seeps
in through my window each day
And the
Tiny Indian Roller who comes to meet me every day without fail
I intent to
break free from the clutches of pain
It's
vicious trap I am now so hell bent to break
I shall
either permanently defeat my sickness or forever wither away...
The time
has come to get back to life
To spread
my smile as wide as river Nile and pen down my heart on sheets white ❤
Pic Courtesy: Krish Bis
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