What Happened
Words no longer come to me
As easily as they once use to.
I'm not sure if it's from a lack of passion,
Or from a life that's caused exhaustion...
Yes,
I'm tired.
I'll admit it to you today.
I feel as if I've lived so many lives..
And carried the weight of them all
In
This
one
little
Life.
No,
I'm not saying it should be easy.
But,
Why does it have to be so difficult?
I don't fit... it seems anywhere.
I can no longer be excited by
Or
About
Anything.
Is
This
really
living?
I like taking pleasure in the simple things
But, life has become so complicated.
I just want to put on a sun dress and
Run in the grass.
How strange...
I look in the mirror and no longer recognize
Who have I become?
What do I wish for?
Somewhere on this green patch
There has to be a small piece of untouched land
My solace
My freedom
My soul
Somewhere where I can forget
And
Start
Over.
Though,
I hear you can never really start over.
Where
do
I
go
then?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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