Normalcy
Normalcy
It feels like I’m writing
The same things
Spouting the same fears
In different intensities
I grow clammy thinking of
The pending works
And of having to face repeated hurts
I grow weary
These few months have been an uphill climb
That I’m slipping down more
As I climb
It feels like I’m spiraling out of control
I grow tired
For once, I want to write something cheery
And not sound like the harbinger o’ doom
I don’t feel like writing any more
It feels so much easier to leave things as they are
And not make that extra effort
That’s needed to go far
My head has run out of new things to say
Coz it still has to sift through
The things I wrote yesterday
I want to write something happy once more
Filled with magic and mystery
And clear picturesque imagery
I want to write about things
That cause me joy
And not dread
About things that I have no cause to regret
But it’s hard to think of such things
Is this my writer’s block of creativity?
There is no stopper on the fountain of thought
However, it still sprouts dark and murky
But I want to see and swim in clear water
Thoughtless and carefree
Not plagued thus anymore
Write of music and dancing and violins
Playing in harmony
In a beautiful symphony
Lose myself in good books and movies
Perhaps rid myself of reality
At least temporarily
Thinking about them
Already brings me such joy
It’s a heady feeling
Of going to places of peace
Of doing good work and duty
Responsibly
Of new challenges
That don’t drain me
Of everything making sense
From the first time itself
Keeping my cool at every step
Why do I find myself
Straining to keep away from violence?
Merely contemplating it makes me feel
Shameful and gloomy
It’s like a bad dream
This loss of control
I'm swaying and flagging
While trying to endure
It is a test of wills
And a drain of grey matter
Staying away
For most of the day
Is my current future
Alas, I've brought this poem too
To the same dreary landscape
No matter, I shall prevail
In the future
Some people are so mean and bitter
Are they not?
But it’s funny
Instead, we are the ones to shrivel up
They try to pull you down a peg lower
When you’re climbing a cliff to go higher
Oh! How they snicker and laugh their evil laugh
When you’ve fallen
I'm afraid of this growing paranoia
Festering like an infected wound
But my mind is healing
Like it’s nigh a small scratch
And not a wound
I’ll skip away from this
Run wild and free
There will be no sorrow for me
I will regain all my childlike innocence
And go back to
Finding joy in the simplest things
I’ll be whole again
I’ll be happy again
And after this,
I’ll grow strong again.