Whispers to My Sinking Soul

Sometimes in my existence

I feel like perishing is the next thing.

I see my world crumbling

Into fragments and fine dust.

And all my hopes

Gradually get shattered.

Afterwards

My greater self

Whispers to my drowning soul

That I I’m being exalted

To a demigod.

Sometimes

Something says silently

That I’m a slave.

It tells me

That darkness

Is my abode and destiny.

Afterwards,

Something in me greater

Whispers to my sick soul

That I’m a swift eagle

Roaming the cosmos.

Sometimes

My soul resists perfecting itself

And instead

Cripples itself

Into an immobile entity.

Later on,

Something triggers my soul

To rise up

And color up

Its unfinished faces.

Sometimes I lament

The offspring of my choices

And the aftermath

Of my decisions.

So sometimes silently

Trudging alone

On deserted paths

My eyes 

Become a spring of tears

And my nostrils

Two adjacent rivers.

Soon after my cheeks dry out

And my nostrils

Become twin dry air streams

Something in me silently says

That we have all messed

At least in some way

But it only makes us human.

Our scars are badges

Which show that we are veterans.

Sometimes I feel guilty

Of being unable

To do the things I should

In my fiery world

Where my mistakes are gold.

A couple of moments later

A silent voice in me

Whispers to my sinking soul

That I have done it right

Since time immemorial

So the chaos that abound

Are a celebration

Of doing it

Uncountable times.

Sometimes I drown

In my own mind.

I can’t save myself from myself

And instead

Contemplate doom.

Sometimes I remember

That I’m a polymath.

Sometimes something whispers

That I’m a champion

And that I’ve made giant leaps.

© Sea-Crab Poetry.

(Voyager of Words)

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About this poem

I wrote this poem sometimes back at around midnight. It addresses the reality of depression but a the same time shows the importance of self-affirmation no matter how the situation is. According to this poem, we should not forget the good things in our lives because of temporary adversity.

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