Hello, this is you,
You, a bouquet of flowers,
You, a night sky full of stars,
You, a passing minute on the clock,
You, both wind and rock,
You, emotions unknown,
You, stand alone
A nasty nightmare, the shadow of evil
The ugly thoughts, the emotional upheaval
A searing pain that breaks the heart
Breaks the soul and tears apart,
Broken mirrors put to shards,
An impending doom begins to start,
You try to fight, you go to war,
You can’t escape, it’s who you are
The hunger, the filth, the brutal akin,
The roar, the shriek, the demon within,
The demon within
Sunlight, warmth, blossoming buds,
Fruits on trees, trees on earth,
Giggles and whispers, a heart that smiles,
A good and healthy lifestyle
Stories untold, a future to behold,
A nest that is full of life
A warm embrace that feels like heaven
Butterflies in the gut, a spark in the eye
spirit like a bird, ready for flight
Birds spanning the sky with their wings
Running on the grass, and the joy it brings
The joy
The joy that brings a gloom along
There are no lyrics in this song
Darkness prevails within and beyond,
There is no dew on this lawn
The hidden moon behind the clouds
A crippling silence that lives in the veins
The bruises, the scars, the ruthless stains
The head that drains, of all good dreams
The unrelenting voice that screams,
And asks you to cry
To weep
And break
To break
You are also a dreamer, with wings so wide,
Medals of honor and mementos of pride
The stage you find, is the stage you own,
The talents they see, are the ones you hone,
Motivated, inspired, a treat for the sight,
The one that steals the spotlight,
A book that never ceases to impress
A will that never gets to recess
Stories in the head, more than stories in the shelf,
You aren’t a part, you’re the show itself
The show itself
Behind the mask, a fear survives,
What is your worth in their lives?
You shy away from the man who wins
It scares you to break the discipline
A dilemma rides your soul sometimes,
You wonder if love is worth a dime
You hold a hand, you don’t want to be alone,
You don’t want to be the umbrella that is just blown,
Away with the wind, to an uncertain stop,
You want to be guided, but also not
You cry and you hate,
You fear and you relate,
You smile and you frown,
You envy and you drown,
In a world of emotions, and feelings unknown
Sometimes you have to stand alone,
But why is that so bad?
This is your world, just yours to have
Hello, this is you
And you are beautiful
© 2020 Anusha Gupta and The Poetic Trance.