By: Tehniat Fatima Ahmad
Precious time slips from our hands
Raw truth disguised into false lies
I wish I could radiate strength
To all that suffer
Crawl physically and mentally
Hoping to hold them
Yet, at times
At those blood-curling snaps of time
My solidity slips from all cracks
I lose myself
Allowing all my loves to blur at the edges
But, to say that I give up
That I leave it all
Is to lie blatantly
As, a woman
Is a warrior clad in normality
And so, warriors are born to fight
Hence, rummage for your weapon
Let it empower you
Provide strength to yourself.
The scariest feeling after loneliness is feeling useless. An ugly vacant which is scary and empty. When you know there isn't much you can do, when all daily activities seem colorless and full of disadvantages. No sleep because of the utter fear of visualizing horrifying, displacing nightmares. No eating because you know you're digestive systems bubbling with pure panic. So, one struggles to keep grumbles that the body voices away from their brain and fights to keep their own eyes open, even if their vision fails them.
One wrestles with the disgusting to let mercy and peace seep through the fractures. Wishing that contentment diffuses throughout their bodies, dripping to each contour of one's body, the shell within and the masks displayed. One desires all that is good, to pour with comfort, and to buzz with gratification. But, after all, efforts, the most usual scenario is the image of humans ruining it all. Not experienced and bound to ruin.
(Photo from here.)
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