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| Copyright (C) Shubhrata V Prakash |
It’s been a while and I haven’t written.
Anything.
Not put pen to paper.
Not put fingers to keyboard.
Not thought.
Not felt.
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No.
It’s not that I haven’t thought or felt.
I have been tutored by times, by
circumstances, by people to keep quiet.
See, but not speak.
See, but not feel.
See, think, but still……not express.
I’m trying hard to break free.
I’m straining against the chains.
I’m fighting to keep alive.
Keep my senses alive.
Keep my spirit alive.
Keep my soul ….alive.
But, can I? will I? dare I?
Succeed?
For I feel dead.
Already.
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I’ve felt a wisp of wind over me lately.
Wisp of wind and spray of water.
Of elixir.
Felt or wanted to feel.
It’s worked.
I’m waking up.
My spirit is getting stronger.
I’m feeding my soul now.
No past hurt is going to change me.
No one or nothing is going to change me.
I’ve kept quiet too long.
Not anymore.
Hey world, do you hear?
Not anymore.
I’m coming alive.
I’m coming alive again.
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| Copyright (C) Shubhrata V Prakash |
