Now, I will be honest with you all. It’s been over a month since I saved this draft with just the title and zero content. Finally, I have an idea for this poem. Enjoy!
The fight.
The battle, the conflict
Between you and the
External agents. To
Pursue the passion or
To live the way
Of succumbed standards.
You wanted to cry the tears
Of exhaustion; kept a
Brave face instead.
The soulmate.
The love of life, the better half
Scattered your trust
on the beautiful feeling,
Left you alone in
The moment of
Need.
You wanted to cry the tears
Of betrayal; smiled and
Moved on instead.
The trials.
The tribulations, the hurdles
Testing you and
Your abilities to the
Core of saturation.
Fizzling out, coming
To nothing.
You wanted to cry the tears
Of failure; went for
Round 2 instead.
The fears.
The self-doubt, the panic;
All of it held you back.
The golden moment
Gone, never to come
Again. You craved
To shine, yet
Stayed back.
You wanted to cry the tears
Of regret; got back
up instead.
The void.
The vacant, the blank
Set your heart on
Affection and
Recognition. The
Longing for your
Voice to be
Heard by someone.
You wanted to cry the tears
Of emptiness; spread the
Joy to fill the void instead.
Funny, isn’t it?
How a tiny drop of
Tear can carry
So many layers
Of emotions.
~***~
P.S. – Today, Chrome crashed thrice, laptop wouldn’t corporate, the internet was acting all moody, I survived a heart attack (there was a time when this poem was (almost) gone forever) and my brain was on a replay mode; playing the songs that make me sadly strong (oh! You know that feeling, the song that feels sad yet in the end it makes you stronger than ever). Yet despite all the hurdles, difficulties and distractions, I posted today. So, make sure you appreciate it.
No, I am not standing behind you with a gun. This isn’t a threat. It’s a warning. If you won’t appreciate, Santa will not get gifts for you this Christmas. I will send a letter to him complaining that you didn’t appreciate my work. Mind you, I am very serious right now.
(says in a childish, irritating, brat kid way)
Eloraquence 