The place where I felt belonged, feels strange and cold,
I wonder am I getting lost in chaos,as I try to hold,
The silence here made me restless,
The voices now makes me feel less, Emotions on one side,
Practicality on the other,
A collage of broken dreams
A battle of mind and heart..
Where logics and feelings had an argument,with self doubt singing a song
as anxiety wrote the lyrics
What to choose?
And
What not to choose?
Have always ended up being a battle that I lose
Emotions led to broken practicality
Practicality led to broken emotions
Interwoven together,yet distinct in their own ways
It have never been like this, for all I know this shall too pass,
I chose logic..
I chose mind..
I wore my suit of confidence and held my head high,
For thee a broken heart is better than broken mind
Mending a wounded heart is easier than healing a demented mind..
As I will raise again One day.
Change is what have been permanent all my life.
YOU ARE READING
RA's Poetry
PoetryEvery word has a meaning, every words has a cause. A word from me can heal your heart or tear it apart. I choose wise, wishing you do the same.
