Out of This.

What felt like forever
Was only but a moment
Fleeting by in slow motion:
The day never felt longer,
The sunset never more beautiful,
Birdsong never sweeter,
And the sky never this colourful.

Why then do I feel so far away?
From myself,
From the world outside,
From the pen on my desk;
Every step taken feels heavy,
Every soul seems too far,
The days crawl past,
Each drearier than the last,
But I keep going,
On and on.

Perhaps this gets easier,
And someday it shall be.
But for now,
As the days drag by,
What sunset and what sunrise,
I’ll nurse my wounds
And see myself through.
The weariness runs deep
And heart feels heavier so,
Not today, but soon enough,
I’ll make it out of this, too.

~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.

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