Mirror

Broken mirror

Shards galore

A million reflections

Whole no more.

Fractured identity

Confusion’s reign

A thousand splits

Unity to feign?

Personalities differ

Existence’s bane

Moods aswing

Mundane or sane?

Weighty issue

Crushed beneath

No Atlas mighty

No laurel wreath.

Struggle accustomed

Accustomed yearning

Infinite loop

Caught in the churning.

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Feeling Lousy…

At loose ends. Don’t know what I feel about things. Don’t understand my own emotions. They are all so messed up, mixed up. Dunno what it is that I want. Just wanna go to sleep. And then sleep some more so that I don’t have to think.

I’m so miserable right now. It hurts so much I don’t know how to deal with it, how to breath through this pain. So, I go to my standard response of snapping at anyone who tries to have a normal conversation with me. It’s easy…the habit, the pattern, the mould. It’s difficult, almost near to impossible to break it. Why do I do this? I hurt people around me when I am in one of my moods. And I know that I am hurting them but I am unable to stop myself. And then I despise myself for it. And the pain increases and I can’t seem to either stop it or get a grip on it. The vicious circle continues.

Anyways, I have been rattling for long. It’s time I end this blog. It’s my curse to bear…

Fractured Psyche…

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Fractured psyche,
When will it heal?
It will take some time
For the fissures to seal.

How did it break
Into tuneless pieces?
By the note of woe
The tectonic schizes.

A delicate operation
To bind them all.
A tremor, a hesitation
Watch them fall.

A task most arduous,
Even a soul so valiant,
Equally perilous,
Either a fool or savant.

At the end of the road
There lies the reward.
Timeless melody
Of the frolicking fjord.

Broken Wings…

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Broken wings,
There you be,
Awaiting things,
The dreams you see.

The promise of youth,
Glory of pink,
Shrieks uncouth,
No worries to think.

Now it’s gone,
So far far away,
Destiny’s pawn,
You hold no sway.

Broken wings,
It’s a new beginning.
The East wind brings,
Glad tidings!

Broken wings,
No tear to mend,
No ill clings,
No wound to tend.

Broken wings,
You are healed.
Race the wind,
Dreams fulfilled.

Soar on high,
Blue skies are home.
No earthly tie,
Free soul to roam!