A Quagmire And a Diveboard

By Vibha GR

I like metaphors, I dwell in them

And life now seems to fit inside the spectacle of travelling in a bus journey

Alone, yet surrounded

I’ve got company

But no shoulder that rests my heavy head and a burdensome heart

They will gladly bear it to some extent

But will I, 

Will I ever be able to put my head on the backrest,my shoulder relaxing

Not taut, not thinking about a stop 

A quintessential mile from mine

Thinking time but may zoom all fast

Thinking and thinking

Running and falling

All the reprimanding 

My eyes threaten to close

My sanity on the edge of a jagged cliff

The murky waters of sleep lulling me

But will I ever take the leap

A rock a mile away ,a diving board at the shallow end

Will I ever get to jump

A million harnesses surround me

And yet I see no positivity

No anchor ,no tether

I check the strap

I check it twice 

A trillion times

Yet I cannot jump

What if I miss

It is a diving board 

What if I fall

Someone will catch me

No they won’t

Peg your spine ,we are running out of time

I’ve got no other safety lines 

But a million of mine

I’ve got to do it all

I may fall

But I have  got to do it all

By Vibha GR