I wanted someone
to ask me,
Are you feeling suffocated
Or do you feel free?
I know these thoughts
Won't always be,
But they make me someone
That wasn't me.
I was depressed
I secretly wept,
Digging in my cushion
I quietly slept.
In my dreams
A sound fell on my ear.
It was myself
But of the last year.
2017 was all in my head
This is what me of 2017 said:
What are you thinking?
You arent losing yourself.
You have to be strong,
Stop confusing yourself.
It is just a phase of life,
As Mom is bedridden.
You are taking care of her,
You are not forbidden.
I know I was earning money
But You are earning love.
I was important,
But Mom is quite above.
She brought you to this world
Took care of you for years,
She stood strong for you,
Then what are your fears?
Unable to step out of home
To see the world.
But for your mom,
You are her world.
What frustration do you have?
Of suspending your studies?
More than you,
Your mom has worries.
You are doing good,
Dont feel sad.
You learnt cooking,
Are you not glad?
You left your hobby
Of writing poems and stories.
Now you could resume it,
Bring your pen glories.
Take care of mom,
You wont get another.
If there is God somewhere,
Its in a Mother.
Now be postive,
You better be.
Because you are already
A Better Me.