You wanna know how it happens every single time ?
It's like I'm running, running for the sake of me, yet every time I think I'm almost there, something has to pull me back.
Back to the middle of the track.
Back to where I started.
Sometimes, back to before I started.
And what hurts like hell here is the fact that no, I'm not running a marathon today and you can't tell me that it's the toughest before the victory.
I'm running a sprint, that too again and again, and I'm unable to cross that hundred metres mark. Every single time I think I'm finally nearing the finish line, something pushes me back. Every. Single. Time.
And I don't know against whom am I running.
Is it me myself ?
Others - their expectations ? Don't think so.
Others - their plots to make me sink ? Maybe.
The situations ? I think so.
I'm feeling like I have no other choice but to run. And no, I'm not running from life or people or experiences, if that's what it seems. I think I'm running with them - I'm carrying it all on my back and still trying to run.
I'm close to giving up.
There's something inside me that says don't.
I know that stopping still won't do me any good, my burdens would press me down, I need to run, hoping that somewhere along the way they'll fall down, rather, I'll get used to it.
Still, I've stopped seeing sights of the ribbons now. They're something I can't torture myself even thinking about, I have to be really good to get there.
Or lucky.
Depends on what you believe.
Will I ever get my medals ?
YOU ARE READING
--Bridges--
PoetryOne of the favourite lessons reading books has taught me is that you're never alone, not alteast in thoughts and words. There are others who think like you, feel like you and react like you. It's like that sometimes, our unspoken thoughts are the b...
