#11. Let Go

#11. Let Go

I’m at the edge of a precipice.

Holding on to barely a ledge, I’m trying to survive.

You’re holding me from above, pulling me up,

but I know what I have to face.

I look into your eyes, and you understand.

You don’t like it, but you agree.

I’m now free falling into the dark depths,

and fall hard.

I take a deep breath, and begin climbing again.

I think this is what depression is to some of us.

This is the Spring Palette for the Heart, by Parvathi and Me.

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#27. Soundless Downpour

#27. Soundless Downpour

You knock hard on my door.

I refuse to acknowledge you

because I’m afraid that

if i do, you’ll take up all my time 

and leave none for

my near and dear ones. 

You go away,

sadness written all over you

and with a hint of 

grudging pride.

***

I’M SORRY.

PLEASE COME BACK TO ME.

I am on my knees,

hands clasped,

desperate for you,

but you show up

this time,

like a big black dog. 

After a long time, I wrote something about myself, and what’s currently happening, unlike the others, where it was all wishful thinking.

#4. What we reap

#4. What we reap

The saying goes,

“You reap what you sow,”

but then,

why do I reap disappointment when

all I’ve done is my best?

Why do I reap depression when

I’ve made others happy?

Why do I reap more struggle just when I’ve helped

myself out of dark, thorny forests?

Why

why do I reap cold stares, dripping with hatred,

when all I’ve done is love?

You should check my friend at Queen Talks. Her response to this prompt is hilarious! You’ll love it!