Jammed. Unbudgeable like the old, rotten wooden window frame that’s stuck after a heavy rainstorm.
Memories are easy to make. They often choose you but are tough to shake off. They won’t fade until they have taken every single ounce of your soul.
Broken. Like shattered glass.
Splinters strewn. Uncountable, out to draw blood.
Unhinged mind. Fragmented souvenirs. Every time you touch upon them or try to gather it all, they end up searing through your soul.
Musty. Damp, dank smell of stagnancy.
Never moving, rigid and permeating.
When the mind is stuck, the rut seems too deep. The walls close in, slowly but unfalteringly.
I have been stuck in a rut for a while now, three years to precise. Maybe longer. Each time, I feel I am drowning, I have quit whatever I am doing but stayed put. I did not think of addressing the elephant in the room. Until recently. At least, I am aware of my affliction now. I am still not doing anything about it but the walls aren’t closing in. It’s a long road ahead.
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I am sorry.
For many things,
I misled you to believe.
Sorry, I truly am.
For I am not weak.
Nor fragile, delicate or beautiful.
You can’t bruise me,
Flatten, trample or pluck me swiftly.
For I am a wildflower,
Borne from the core,
Simple yet difficult,
Common but not easily found.
For I have braved the winds
And lashes of rain,
I have heard the mountains tremble
And the earth dissemble.
For I am the wildflower,
Deeply rooted in the earth within.
(This post is a part of a poetry prompt by Cubby at Reowr)
You laughed the stars
Into the sky.
On a cloudless night,
Shining like diamonds,
The restless moon cast arabesque patterns,
In its wake, the lake came alive.
Like bejeweled fairies, mirroring your mirth,
The moon’s apprentice twinkled into the night.
I have stopped seeking,
For what I have lost,
Cannot be found.
I wander for things,
Visible but unseen,
Felt but untouched.
I watch, I see, I grasp,
On the ebb and flow of life,
Not half, nor whole.
In search of meaning,
Planned and unplanned.
Lore to be penned,
Through meandering lanes.