Written from the dark corner of my heart…..
Sometimes I feel like curling up into a ball of cells and go back into the cocoon egg I was impregnated in. The world seems so crowded with the deeds of greed, selfish and the thirst for money seems unquenchable.
As I open every forbidden door in my life why does the corridor of life shrink with it. Now the next door won’t even budge and I am suffocating in this congested space of thought. The ticking clock stares at my every calculated move and waiting for me to screw up. Every choice or opportunity down my aisle feels like the next big mistake of my existence
Days I thought of running away from all this and be crowned with the grand title of “coward”. Extravagant thought for a sacredy cat who watches the world through the windows of doubts and insecurities. Locked in my own tower of rewriting memories a human version of touch me not plant was born within me.Why does the face in the mirror terrify me every time I look at it. The inner me telling that I am nothing but a waste of space in this god forbid luxury of life.Things seem to run in a particular way that haunts me in ways you have your worst nightmares .I want to scream at the top of my lungs. But my silence of reality locked my voice box. My isolated habitat of living became a part of my daily ritual of prayer.The walls of achievements smirk at my despair and my helplessness. What monster am I turning into everyday wonders me. I have learned to build my walls up high and away from the thought of sunlight as I succumb to my untold unwritten stories. All of us at some point in our lives have bared this turmoil within us. Holding together seems impossible. I hope u understand this
Bad chapters can still create great stories. wrong paths can still lead to right places. Failed dreams can still create successful people. Sometimes it takes losing yourself to find yourself….Read it again until you believe in yourself.
©G V Raghavasree