Stagnant

The hours rush by
And day turns to night
And night turns into day
And we exist
In a muddle of crowds, aspirations and emotions
Craving for a change
⠀⠀
For time to still
For the day to dawn
For the storms to pass by

Beacons

Everything seems well and good.

Until you remember, you have always held you body

as a beacon heralding harm

And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart

And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage

with a gentle, sensitive soul.

It hurts and it hurts so it twines iron around itself, keeping you in, holding you close.

Healing

I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts

Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind

I have picked my way through the sharp shards

left from the words I have said to myself

And after all these years, meeting myself 

felt like taking a breath of fresh air

After suffocating in the stagnant breath of a lifetime