I feel the warmth of the sun on my skin,
Every time I leave home,
I feel the gentle breeze caressing my hair,
Each time I leave for work,
Yet, the distant morning don’t feel the same anymore,
For things are no longer the way they used to be.

Family & friends are no longer faces I see every day,
Neighbours are no longer people I meet & greet,
And colleagues have now become occasional struggles,
What’s more?
The outbreak has truly destroyed our livelihoods,
Leaving us with nothing but hope.

Hope for all of this to end,
Hope for a miracle in these unsolicited times,
While we push ourselves to the core,
To stay alive in this uproar.

We often think strangers have,
The upper hand in crafting our pain,
We believe they feel no remorse,
For their cruel deeds.
But most times,
It’s the ones closest to us,
Who recklessly hurt us,
Without feeling any guilt.

We squander our health in our pursuit of wealth,
We starve and overwork ourselves,
In hopes, it all leads to a better life,
Only for us to splurge our newfound wealth,
To seek the health we once had.

Be wary of them,
Be wary of their cunning ways,
Don’t be fooled by their cheerful deposition,
Cause behind all those facades,
Lies a cruel heart.

At one glance, you might miss it
As they have a way of luring you in,
So much so that your instincts may fail you,
But fear not, as time will eventually tell.

In time, it will all be crystal clear,
In good time, you shall see
For everything eventually reveals itself.

It first saw you when you were young,
The moment it laid eyes on you,
You felt a great sense of comfort,
That you had never felt before,
Although its aura gave you a sense of danger,
You were compelled by the vision it entailed.

Miraculously so, you were willing to submit your devotion to it,
But little did you know, what was ahead of you
Nothing could prepare your young mind,
For the impediment, it had designed for you,
The hours of self-doubt, rejections and loneliness.

These moments will bring you to your knees and ponder,
“Is this what dreams are made of?”
But each time you fall, you will dust yourself off,
And remember that these bits are what makes life worthwhile.

Often, we spend our time
Looking for something
To fill the void within us,
And we turn a blind eye
To what really matters,
But we fail to realize that
What we really needed
Was right there all along.

Overthinking kills
I am very aware of it,
Yet I still indulge myself in it,
Every bit of it.
Sometimes so caught up in it, I lose my breath
But then I remind myself
That overthinking brings no benefits,
Only more troubles,
Because that is the art of overthinking.

Face your demons
Don’t drown them with alcohol
There’s no point in doing that
Deep down, you know
It’s only going to make them stronger

Acknowledge your wounds
Don’t try to hide them
There’s no point in doing that
Deep down, you know
You’re only delaying the healing process

You will struggle
You will tumble
When you do
But then you will see that
The only way out is through

I am no superhero
I can’t shoot lasers out of my eyes
I can’t save the universe
But I want to make a difference
Do the little that I can while I am still here,
To fulfil a purpose bigger than I am

You like being honest.
You say it’s the best policy.
So, you say whatever that comes to your mind.
Without thinking about the consequences.

You call me sensitive.
You deem me emotional.
When I voice out my hurt,
Pain caused by your recklessness.

But you don’t care.
You like exercising your right to be brutally honest
So, you never once cared how your words affected me.
How it caused me distress for years

Because while it took you a few seconds to utter those words,
It took me years to heal from it.
But again it’s none of your concern,
Cause you were just being honest.