Prison and waters


Lately I find it difficult to pay attention to the world.

It’s like I’m sinking in the waters of my life, deeper and deeper until I’m chocked. Everything is a haze of blinding blue. The slow muffled gurgling of water is like bleeding to a slow painless death. And I try, I try to reach the surface but my arms slice through the waters like drawing a knife through butter. 

It’s like I’m locked up in a room of my heart. I shout and pound at the door. But I can’t find ears nor it just won’t give in so I retreat into the shadows of my past. Plunged into darkness coupled with nightmares, I feel my breaths betraying me. I scan the dust to find a key. But all that I find is a tapestry of cobwebs, lining my walls, trapping me in, like bars of red hot iron.

Oh what wouldn’t I give to see the world. To see and not just glimpse. The beauty, grace, wonders and dreams fade when compared to my ills. What wouldn’t I give, did I say that? Well, there’s something I wouldn’t give. When I don’t even desire to flee this prison and waters, how can I give anything? 

14 thoughts on “Prison and waters

  1. I love your style…unique it is….”I scan the dust to find a key. But all that I find is a tapestry of cobwebs, lining my walls, trapping me in, like bars of red hot iron.”….wow!!

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  2. Why is this post reminding me of Rapunzel! She always knew that the braid she used for others was her golden staircase out of the tower!

    Beautifully expressed Shruthi! Very vivid!

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