Afree

A thick smog fills the room  

Breathing feels laboured 

And my bosom so heavily stifled 

In earnest desperation 

I reach my hands out in nature to catch the breeze  

Such a respite to let go off 

All that is suffocating 

And choking my voice chords within 

We as humans are easy to crack 

A little pressure and we turn into a total wreck 

In the midst of this frenzy 

I often feel like a crumbling cookie so hard to bake 

To be savoured and relished 

Such hardened feelings difficult to perish 

But, 

I question myself as often as I can 

Should I not attempt to write a new chapter in my life 

Even when my burdening thoughts weigh me down 

A garden must bloom and not amiss any season 

So why should I not Perhaps, 

Then bring myself to light and wipe the dust of darkness with a duster

Time is not constant 

It flows like an unstoppable stream 

A tumultuous storm passes away in the blink of an eye 

Sucking it all up in its way like a whirlwind 

My entire being would thank me

A restlessness would translate itself into a wise passivity 

Arresting my anxiety 

Such a relief

It would be then 

To quell my unwanted fears 

And surround myself with sparkling stars over lighted hills.