I usually write about the inspiring, the positive and the bright. However, there is no inspiration that has not struggled first, no positive that has not been engulfed in chasms of negativity and no brightness that has not been swathed in dark at some point of time or the other. To ignore these negatives would be great injustice to the spirit of positive. It is imperative for the pain to be acknowledged before any healing can ever begin. So, here I present a conversation with a broken soul that acknowledges the dark, the dull and the low. It is the silent musing that is often felt by many and yet seldom aired. The conversation may be between two individuals, but it echoes the general melancholy of a generation that has waded through enough experiences, circumstances and hopelessness of the mundane.
A tinge of something bitter, that I have recognised in countless eyes and yet they deny its existence. Lots though, can be read between the lines…
How bitter? said I
Very, she replied.
What’s missing, do you know?
Or is something missing at all?
It’s incomplete, she said.
And yet it’s heavy, dark and slow.
What’s the reason, tell me why?
No reason, she said, but there’s no pulse, no fire and no wings to fly.
Are we talking about you? I said in alarm!
It sheds no tears. It doesn’t even cry…
It causes no ripples. It’s something curled up and dried.
Is it you? I asked again.
She stayed ominously silent,
Then she said, no, it’s my empty inside.
(Source: Prionka Ray©)
This poem is dedicated to all the struggles, the doubts and the lows that make any comeback a victory of human existence. And to those, who have felt this at any point of time, you are not alone. Reach out and seek help. Acknowledge to yourself, if not to others! It’s only in acceptances that the healing begins. And then let us know of the comebacks because these comebacks become inspirations to many!