A compilation of inner observations according to my experience of ‘The Five Stages of Grief’. The purpose of this composition is to empower our human nature, for the exploring youths to be able to relate and to keep in mind that every struggle is a stepping stone for a better self. I found growth and inspiration through faith, strength and time.
Taking note of the ‘process of life’ as a journey –
Faintly foreseeing my whole life pass
As if I’ve already lived it;
And the appearance of things drastically changed according to my emotions.
Deceived by the Idea of it, I was heavily penalized by Reality.
Tripped onto a pedestal where I was equally admired and judged
There I go, justifying the unjust- to ease my prickling heart
And my mind immediately functioned into disbelief.
The throbbing pain of selflessness, manipulation, suppression, fear
My silence crept in.
A Segmented Identity was his definition of Perfection,
But then I hesitantly argued- it was Love.
An isolated presence and a loud silence accompanied that night;
Two vehicles facing against each other,
Headlights dimmed and so did our lives.
Anxiety invaded every chamber of my thoughts,
Astonished how anger can change the way I perceived a zealous soul.
Infinite variation of opinions, solutions, thoughts and hearts;
Outburst of dominant traits flared,
Our Minds flashed in anger.
Hearts bled remorsefully and poured its tears
As our words cut mercilessly.
Comfort felt oblivion.
Attaining mental comfort through observations,
Entertained by the obvious things
Which nobody by any chance ever observes.
The tedious existence of pale eyes with predictable minds, scripted conversations,
Predictable personalities, scripted actions;
And my mind screams in rebel against stagnation.
I crave for mental exaltation.
Yet, exploring every mindless soul for that connection
Which my mind is built for.
What do you feel?
Swelling eyes burn with sorrow
Heavy feet moves slower
Burdened thoughts turn darker
Depression’s weights are on my shoulders.
Did my mind whisper, “Murdered?”
Chained, chained to the wheel of sensitivity.
Imprisoned under these thick walls of darkness and air
That suffocates me from breathing.
Do you hear that?
My heart jabs with agony in rhythmic beats
As I betray myself to think, my torturer is my remedy.
What do you feel?
Cry and be free;
Let your tears cleanse the window to your soul,
Gather strength to pick up your fallen pieces
And built your Identity.
Then open your heart and mind
To what life has to offer,
It is through strength you’ll find Love
In the eyes of a Believer.
So, battle through ‘The Wars of Grief’
Use your weapon of Virtues.
Emerge from the ashes to be resurrected with Wisdom,
And from the very dust,