Corridors
Updated: Oct 10, 2022
By Shreyasi Sareen
Sometimes, I feel out of place
Like the school corridors are not meant for me
The noise, too loud for me
The laughter, too superficial for me
Sometimes, the noise fades out
It’s only my footsteps I hear now
My toes curling inside of my pitch black shoes
My hands holding down the sleeves of my white collared polo shirt The voice inside my head constantly reminding me why I am doing this Visualising myself achieving my goals
The rush when I know that I did it
You know that feeling don’t you?
When your heart starts beating faster and faster
When you feel butterflies in your stomach
When you get restless but want to stay that way
The beautiful adrenaline rush of success
Your idea of success
That only you know
When I am back at home
The silence screams at me
It is when I lose it all and the mask is taken off
It is when I can finally be who I am
A place where no one can tell me who to be and what to do It’s my safe house
A place where my insecurities don’t matter
Where I can continue to work on myself until I am the success I dream of
But, at the end of the day I have to wake up again
Wear the same clothes, the same shoes and walk the same corridors Until I’ve achieved my dreams
Until the time for goodbyes
By Shreyasi Sareen
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