By Rucha Utekar
Been a few days since,
The great defeat, the lost appetite
Corpselike skin and jaded eyes
Same old story of how we die a few million times
Prayers falling short, planet’s disagreements
Thunderstorm striking me twice, falling into darkness yet another time
Gasp of air, I could feel my breathe
Straight to the buried caves
A ray of hope has emerged its way
Frozen body reviving itself
Oh! look the sun has risen again
Oh! no the sun has risen again
The battle horn, announces
Everyone hold your weapons, be on your tiptoes
Bruises made me strong
But the pain made me question if this was ever fun
Have the courage of climbing the mountain
Plus, a volcanic mind erupting self disappointment
Am I allowed to press pause, should I flip the hourglass?
Cause buying time could be the magical healing elixir, I need more of
Or it may transform into poison ivy, infecting my dormant roots
Rome wasn't built in a day
But infinity is just an illusion, you are one step closer to your grave
Prolonged time unlocks the gate of healing dreamland
Running out of it may unlock abandoned nightmare
I must arrive at one conclusion
Don’t exactly know what’s at stake, if the pause is pressed
Heavy cost is to be paid, that’s rest assured.
SUMMARY:
This poem is about following your dream, trying so hard to achieve it and failing at it numerous times. Oscillating back and forth, falling, facing defeat, reviving ourselves and repeat. Sometimes when we are in too much pain and feel the burn out, taking a pause feels sensible, but that also means stopping, while others continue to move forward.
By Rucha Utekar
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