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By-Devisha Tayal


Sitting by the window, watching the birds fly

My thoughts are unfamiliar, they aren’t mine.

Sipping tea in my favourite black mug

I’m convincing myself that I’m fine.


When did these thoughts create their space

I was immune to the monsters in my head

They keep me tied with a chain now

My soul bleeds red.


Leave the nights, the days are worse

When getting out of bed becomes scary

The sun shines bright and the sky sparkles

And yet waking up leaves me weary.


Looking at the clock, passing each second

I wonder what it used to feel like before

When I was not fighting so hard within

When even a little felt so much more.


The person staring back in the mirror

I can’t recognize her, she’s not me.

Tired and devoid of all hope

I wonder if the good she can ever see.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon:

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