Darkness within, seeking the light.

On some nights, the storm outside seems bleak,

For your mind is in turmoil, as your will grows weak.

Some days, in bright daylight, surrounded by a crowd,

Your demons make your mind grow weak, as they scream so loud.

Some days, the ray of sunshine just isn’t enough for your winter,

As the shards of the delicate glass of broken hopes just lay there splintered.

Some days, you bleed on the paper and you bleed yourself dry

For tears can come from your pen, and not just your eyes.

Some days you scream out your pain and no one seems to hear,

Some days you push people away from the wall they try to tear.

Some days loneliness is a gaping pit that swallows you whole,

Some days, you question the meaning of life and your petty role.

Some days, they call the ghosts in your mind just an illusion,

Some days, your thoughts run wild through a maze of confusion.

Some days, you want to end it all for good and get out of your dread,

Other days, you muster just enough to get out of bed,

Some may call it trivial, I say call it courage instead.

The will to get up and just try a little bit more today,

The desire to find a will, to start walking on the way.

For the warrior doesn’t always win every battle he fights,

Some days, you can be a contradiction, living in the darkness fighting for a light.

 

(c) Sneha Pathak

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