MY DIVERGING LIFE

I call it a joke.

Sometimes, I call it the Master's stroke.

I find it mundane.

Sometimes, I describe it as a hurricane.

I compare it with the gloomy night.

Sometimes, I title it as my Sunlight.

I cry at my flops.

Sometimes, I laugh at my hops.

I am afraid of the outcomes.

Sometimes, I am unaware of my upshot.

I struggle to find harmony.

Sometimes, I shut my ears to the cacophony.

I kept looking far.

But now, I have bandaged the painful scar.