Often I wake up to wonder From the disturbed patterns of the short slumber The question thudding a zillion times Oh life why are you so sublime
Gush of emotions narrowing down to tears Rolling down to my cheeks helping me overcome my fears The remaining hours of ordeal I wonder to myself A voice murmurs ssshhh go unlock the secret shelves
Pushing myself to rise After all the cries To only realise Oh life why are you so wise
Each part of me runs feeble Weak emotions pricking like a needle From blurry stars in the night From unseen wounded scars after each fight
From motivational talks to videos to quotes From scribbling down secret notes From becoming blinded From scrolling back to the candid
From crying myself to sleep From looking for hidden places to weep Each morning evening and night It has been the same battle that I fight.