Cry!
I don't feel the urge to shed my tears anymore. Even if I want to, I feel not obliged to . I hear people having worse than me on their plate and express their mountains of sorrow. I mentally ride along their way and feel it in depth. I caress myself and feel my words to be gulped. I be there like a tiny diminutive grain of sand lost in the mountains. May be I want to have my existence felt, May be I want to flare Like raging fire, But not in the system I'm in now. Maybe a lost space unknown. Somewhere I'll be different and felt. May be treasured and reared. Not like I'm not being treasured for right now, But having the heart too heavy And gulping in sanity to the edge of the bone. Being not seen And having my inner world to the brim Shedding out my tears without being guilt tripped. Maybe an escape. Just for a while, Just to free myself of some desires! Sheeza Farooq 💗