The clouds of self doubt encumbered her,
Her shadow; now a long lost friend.
The feeling of emptiness choked her all night,
Days of peace, now an enigma.
What she set out to achieve
had left her astray:
"Hello darkness", she whispered:
An accomplice in her struggle to break free.
The chains of denial began to rust,
Leaving a mark of age old submissiveness.
Love was now a mere figment of imagination
Acceptance, now a setting sun.
A look look into her eyes gave away
what her lips struggled to deliver.
Caught in the abyss of solitude,
Escape, now a long lost friend.
Ever wondered how it feels to completely switch off from the earthly affairs? To completely submit to one's own being and let the course of life move ahead without you.
Attachment is a fragile string that keeps you hooked onto a deceptive reality. When the string breaks, you find you own being to be your only saviour in disguise.
At times no words seem comforting, no excuse seems workable.
You feel like a hollow pot, sucked out of happiness
