I find comfort in words. Words are my only source of assurance in this chaotic world.
My thoughts are a mess.
My head is chaotic.
I sometimes wonder if my life is nothing but a game of chess with the entire world playing against me,
And I’m alone- a one man army.
I’m not winning at this,
But I stand strong.
No matter how tired I am, I can’t escape.
There is really no escape from this harsh reality,
From this harsh reality called life.
Only the pawns are enough to collapse my dreams.
Just the pawns; not the bishop or Knight or king or queen.
When my dreams crashed, I thought the end was here.
I hear voices in my head,” Check and mate,” is what they say.
Tears roll down my cheeks,
I sit in a corner,
And give in.
I give into the pain.
I hear another whisper.
Hope says, “hey, listen. You can’t give up. You’re always stronger than the pain.”
I realised that hope was all that I had,
I found confidence.
And learnt to play.