Boxes of Life and My Dear Friend



Every opened door welcome new realities
Every opened mind welcome new possibilities
Every opened heart welcome new feelings
Even hurt

Everyday we are facing a brand new chapter
Of our stories that yet we have to discover
"The strong ones will remain" they said
What about me? Us?

This boxes in reality is so unfair
Closing any possibilities
Blocking every new way to feel
Besides hurt

I'm simply outnumbered by "the strong ones"
Does that mean that I am weak?
Does that mean that I am less worthy?
That is a fucked up statement that
Messes with my every being

You have no idea how is it feel like
When you are suddenly just paralyzed
With raging heart,
Every hard breath feels like the last one
You are going to inhale and then
One last exhale
Your mind is all over the place
But your body can't get you anywhere besides
Brings you deeper in your own paranoia
But we live anyway, aren't we?

Maybe someday I will find my own box in this life
Where I can freely be me
Maybe there, in that place
I will find my serenity
In this messy life
With my loyal friend, my worst enemy

01.40am 
After thoughts on Mental Health Day
With my dear friend,
my anxious soul.

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