Daily prompt: Congregate
When the winds danced in my hair,
When the dew drops played with my feet,
My eyes became the brushes to the horizon,
That painted the mystic sunrise in my memory,
While my hands were busy teasing the grass,
All my thoughts, congregated into one:
“I’m grateful to be alive.”
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.