hurting her brain,
squeezing her heart,
ruining her fresh starts,
wishing and praying,
for ways unseen,
to know how to save
what’s buried deep within ?
breaths so deep,
shudders of panic,
remorse and regrets,
hurting golden reflects,
slave of chosen thorns,
how to undo not being the hopeless pawn?
Conjure the courage,
hustle, you are brave,
hush the storms,
darling just salvage,
what screams for attention,
let it be sought,
for she is there amidst your wrongful retorts,
not lost, not broken,
for you to let the door be open,
and not leave her to rot.
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#soullove #art #abstractart #abstractexpressionism #creativity #create #artistsoninstagram #poem
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Before I dive in my write up… let’s read this convo between me and my talented artist friend.
Kim : Check this out . ( A canvas of brilliant work of art )
Me: ***Mesmerised. And sad.***
Makes me want to be an artist. For life.
Kim : I know right!
Me: I wish… I so damn wish I could go back in time and change fate.
(Inner voice screaming darling it’s never too late.)
Kim : Sometimes even I wish the same but then I remember all that we chose before, brings us to be what we are today.
Me: True that. If I dint have regrets, I’d not have a blog, I’d never know what writing meant to me.
Ok, (deep breath) … It’s not too late to be an artist. Weirdly even today morning I ordered more artistic stuff. Seems like we don’t need a qualification to create. We can do that anywhere, anytime, because being an artist is being born to be one, no one can make you that if you don’t have that passion, that fire.
Kim : Oh Yes True! It’s the best thing we can give back of all that we’ve been given…. the experiences and the choices!
Me: You know, you give me hope when I lose mine. Thanks.
Kim : Same here darling, You’ve always inspired me. . even though we’re like not close friends , it feels I’ve known you like always! .. Thank Youuu!
Me: (I know the feeling… its because our spirits are sisters… )
Thank you too …
Other than that convo, I kinda revealed to my best friend whom I’ve been avoiding for days, because of her super powers of reading me, that I am not happy.
This past month I’ve been home, each day gave me a glimpse of who I am, who I truly am.
A girl with a spirit of an artist, writer and love for music. Passionate and peace loving.
Even though she had the right brain to tackle the tough life she always wanted, or so she thought, somehow she had let her true self be buried, she chose her brain over her heart,
and for the past 3 years it’s been her constant battle. She knew she wasn’t happy, always frustrated and tired of the stressful life.
Even though she worked smoothly in her work life, she knew this was not what she would love to do for life. And that reasoning was something she kept running from.
How can she undo the damage done, 3 years too late to realise,
or has life indeed given her a chance?
How will she face the questions and the society and her family?
When she thinks of the impending decisions,
she wonders if choosing is even a choice.
Working with all your heart, brings solace , a profound happiness.
But can she choose that ?
As much as her friend told her to grow a thick skin and face her demons.
Is it worth the risk ?
To see everyone looking at you like a failure, to see the crestfallen gaze of her parents,
She fumbles with the thoughts of broken expectations,
and fears not knowing the answer to –
how will she make them proud again ?
will this be enough ?