Hello friends, in my last post I promised to write about my absence and why I stopped blogging for a while. This is one of the reasons:
During my absence, I was passing through a difficult psychological phase. I wasn’t myself. I was thinking of making decisions I knew I shouldn’t be making. I was avoiding the decisions I knew I needed to make. I was in a kind of limbo.
It was during this hard time that I penned this poem down. Enjoy.
Here I stand
in the middle of nowhere
ignorant of the past
oblivious of the future
indecisive at present.
The future seems
like there is no future.
The past is old and forgotten;
to dark to return to.
The present is an empty sack
filled with fears of what lies ahead.
Fear is what wakes me up daily
and what sends me to bed thinking.
Fear brings forward the silenced questions
Questions that require noisy answers.
Fear is doing for me what I cannot do for myself
Fear is bringing me to think.
You will see me on a pile of broken glass
And you will ask me why
I will tell you it was fear
Fear that my future will shatter into pieces
Now, I stand
On what should have been my future.