My mind’s a chaos
I grapple with my thoughts,
I struggle to face reality
My emotions are constantly at odds.

At times I am overjoyed
the next second I doubt
for the umpteenth time
Will I really, truly ever feel contentment or not?

The silent tears soak my pillow,
The darkness engulfs my sorrow,
there are nights I cry myself to sleep
and schedule morning rendezvous with
puffed eyes, swollen lips and tear stains on the cheek.

There are voices in my head
Continuously clashing with each other,
One pushing me to lament,
The second begging me to endeavour,
There is a third that tells me to do neither.

At times I listen to the first
It helps me vent out my feeling,
The times I listen to the third
my mind calms down and starts healing,
But it’s the second voice in my head
that helps me rise above the problem
and inspires me to keep going,
That gives me a reason to get out of bed
and showers my life with some meaning.