A sunrise after ages

brought me back to write

to use my pen on these pages

pressing it with the faintest of effort

that non slept non rested fingers allow

it’s winter again, the cycle continues

only a few months back, it was the same

i am back in the cold

alone with my thoughts, with my silence

w̶a̶i̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ needing to be heard

to be seen to be called

why does every poem of mine end in loneliness?

when was it ever without it?

my mind, my heart, my soul always pivot

towards the heaviest of my emotions

my loneliness, like a ship’s anchor, alone under the sea

holding me down, calling towards itself

asking me to stop, stand still, be patient

anchor my heart, until someone rescues it

taking me out of my misery forever

the anchor will be unchained then

so will my fears of being lonely forever

though it is so heavily p̶l̶a̶c̶e̶d̶ buried underneath

emotions as deep as the water that holds me down

will be needed to rescue me

i know you understand

somewhere under the same ocean

you feel the same way i do

you are waiting to be un anchored too

to be freed. to be found. to be loved

who will come first? who will save first?

the impatient or the brave?

i don’t know which one i am

but i hope options other than these exist

because, i know deep down, bravery

and only bravery can save us both

because the impatient always drown.

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