LOCKED
- gulatigurpreet
- Dec 4, 2020
- 2 min read
In the final run up to the release of my new song "QAID", I got inspired to write this prose on the travails of mental suffering many of us go through. Just like the song, it talks about how issues such as depression and anxiety usually come of their own, and refuse to depart despite all efforts. Healing is painful and does depend a lot on acceptance of their existence and a willingness to receive help. However, the key is to listen to that inner voice, usually buried under the avalanche of endless mind-chatter. Have a read and let me know if some of you could relate to it.
Who cares if there is light
When the lamp inside is blown
Who cares if limbs are free
When the mind’s weight
Makes you groan
It matters not
What people say
Coz when the mind starts to talk
The seeds of doubt are sown
Growing trees
Staring into the autumn
Yes I need a stick, a pillar
Even a straw, or whatever
To hold onto and stay up
Let in a few light-hours
Through the crack
Touch my soul and hold me afloat
Will a hand reach in
Prise open the lock
Switch off the motor
And, that endless chatter
Will I get to hear again
The sound of silence
I know my body awaits
Tells the mind to wipe clean
Taste the sky and lap the sun
Must heal thyself, it will soon be past
So easy to say!
Faith, will, courage, so overrated
Friends, docs, meds, carefully curated
All work, but for a while
Till the raiders return on horses
And with them, familiar screams,
Silent echoes in the cellar
The end is near, says one
Fear not, says the other half
My head oscillates
Was it my sins, or my destiny
Hold on, stay in the moment
Do you hear birds
Or is it the fan creaking
My hands, they tell me something
Yes, my hands, its all in my hands
Someone, a different voice
Guides them to my head
Make, or destroy
Its all here, make a choice
The crack opens a bit
Wider this time
I wonder, whose hand is it?!
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