Perspective

For the longest time I thought I wasn’t worth a dime I thought of you as my greatest mistake Seldom realizing that it was pain blocking my vision for my own sake The harrowing trauma I have been left with adorn me like battle scars All I wanted was to escape the suffering so I…

To hold on or move on ?

This qualm inducing quarantine has got me thinking Obsessively and constructively, about my triggers and traumas that often have me sinking Into the deep dark devoid chasm of reminiscence and repentance A constant burden looming upon my conscience and sentience A regurgitation of all suppressed feelings and memories escaping the shackles of my control A…

Survivor/ Victim ?

As I look extensively at my device willing it to work optimally It seems like the break down transpiring is mine rather than the device’s My little bother seems bothered to witness my unfamiliar demeanor My mother just looks from behind the pillars gently leaving a worried exculpatory sigh For she knew and had been…