Written by: Aishwarya Samptur
Edited by: Tiffany Ang
It slowly crept into my life, until it hit with unexpected force,
A sense of hopelessness and quietude, dread alongside its friend, remorse.
Everything plays in muted gray; the light is no longer bright.
I miss the days when I could feel the warmth inside your eyes.
The light’s still there, but I’m immune, and all I feel is cold.
I’ve somehow tricked myself into feeling ever so alone.
Instead, I sit in loneliness that I watch myself fall into.
It’s not your fault, it’s no one’s, but I can’t help but begin to
Feel scared because I’m going through the motions,
Barely able to function.
There’s a hopelessness, a sense of “what if?” as I ponder my future.
“What’s the point?” the voice in my head questions as I search for the answer.
I turn to you once again and see the light you hold.
It answers all the questions my mind persistently withholds.
I remember the warmth, and although I can’t feel it quite the same,
The memory of its existence and the heat of its flame
Remind me of what life is worth living for once again.
So I thank you for your consistent support throughout it all –
The weight you carry and the weight we share,
Helping me rise from the fall.
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