Free Verse

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My cheeks are wet,
I have been crying all day,
For I believe the time has come,
When I finally lost myself.

Self esteem is crumpled,
Focus is lost,
I am in the sea of confusion,
Forgotten like the past.

My breath is icy,
Lips are blue,
Yet my body burns,
And I throw up at my own failures.

I am breathing but I choke at every breath,
I am kneeling, not to pray but because I am beaten,
I smile but behind it is an ocean of tears,
I know how to swim, but I am drowning.

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a poem

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I used to get up in the middle of the night,
Sweating, panting, breathless in fright,
For my dreams became my nightmares,
The past insecurities became my fears.

The nights used to scare me,
Due to the horrifying nightmares I’d see,
I was not afraid of the dark,
But for the insecurities, I did have a weak heart.

I still get up in the middle of the night,
Sleepless nights still make me rethink my might,
But I tell myself to keep on the fight,
To tell my insecurities that they are wrong, and I am right.

Every now and then I still lose my confidence,
My insecurities make me question my existence,
But I keep on telling myself to get back upon my feet,
And in those sleepless nights I try to get back to sleep.

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Free Verse

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I tried to open my heart to positivity,
Closed my eyes, took a deep breath in,
And when I opened my eyes,
All I saw was evil all around.

I tried to be optimistic,
But in vain;
And I sat alone to think,
That the world can never be a good place at all.

But I was wrong,
For evil must balance goodness,
Sadness must balance happiness,
Death must balance life.

Its all a perfect balance,
For every teardrop shed, there is someone to wipe it,
For every heartbreak, there is a healer,
And for every negative, there is a positive.

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