This time of the year

Things don’t make the same sense as before…anymore

I spent years building a shining facade…

Sewing, patching, mending till my fingers were sore

Now…as the seasons pass by…I find myself picking at the stitches

Quietly but determinedly unravelling…

Removing layer after layer

What will be exposed – I know not…or have forgotten maybe..

Why have the covers become so heavy?



I tried so hard

And went so far

Changed strategies

Sucked life out of the tears

Jumped over despair

And scraped through the darkness

And went so far…

But here I am, yet again

Back in the perpetual loop

Walking in circles

Still trying

Trying to break the trajectory…and fly off in a tangent.