Bismillah
I'm deeply rooted
In being stationary
Storms and quakes
Failed to uproot me
My heart hurts
My body wary
Do I rot
Before I can break free?
Do I tear
Limb by limb
Just to be?
I am of higher purpose
Before I am me
Nudge me
So I move
Closer towards You
Stuck but,
I really wish to run
Towards Your eternity
Nora
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Times are a bit rough.
Finding a balance between embracing who I am and also catching up on studies.
Between forgiving myself and reminiscing on the abundance of regrets that I have.
Between celebrating my wins and rectifying my mistakes.
The bad guys always seem to win.
Or are they really the bad guys?
I wish I could talk it out but maybe, I am far too embarrassed.
I wish I could cry it out, but I may have forgotten how.
I do this masking game too well.
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If I were rich, I'd take a break from work.
For a month or two.
It is just too tiring right now.
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