Shadows creep, darkness falls
A weight upon my chest, it calls
Anxiety's relentless, nagging voice
Whispers fears, a haunting choice
My mind, a maze, lost and alone
Thoughts racing, like a runaway tone
Fear and doubt, a toxic blend
A never-ending cycle, my heart does contend
Depression's fog, it slowly creeps
A heavy mist, my soul it keeps
Grey skies weep, tears fall like rain
A sorrow so profound, it's hard to explain
I search for light, a guiding ray
A beacon in the darkness, to lead the way
A gentle breeze, to soothe my soul
A calming peace, to make me whole
But still, I hold on to hope's thin thread
A glimmer of a chance, to rise from the dread
To face the fears, to calm the storm
To find my strength, to heal and transform..
After writing a poem and crying for three days, I told Shalini that my life feels meaningless and confided in Sabir about my loneliness, and so much more drama ensued... And then, the heroine arrives: my bloody menstrual cycle!
My dear lord.. How am i supposed to know if i am actually sad or just stupid PMS again!! Retrospectively the major fights in my life, the stupidest decisions and even break ups happened during this time of a month. I usually write during PMS.. So its not the writer deepa writing but the PMSing crying deepa writing.. And so many are about anxiety and depression because thats what these 2-3 days are all about every month. How does other women deal with it?...being this hormonal? I cant deal with it even after these many years of practice.
Me crying here during PMS, megha crying there in postpartum, my mom slowly loosing her temper lately due to menopause.. Good lord, Dont you think its a little unfair to make a gender this hormone driven. Sheldon was right! Slaves of emotions indeed!.. Rather slaves of hormones!
Oh stupid me.. Now, after the PMS drama phase, the poem does sound stupid doesn't it?
To find strenth and heal.. Oh shut up silly๐คฆ๐ป♀️๐คฆ๐ป♀️
Okay will see you next month, almost same time, with a brand new drama poem!
PMSing Deepa
Bhopal