Drowning Tides

  In shadows deep, my does dwell, A hollow husk, a private hell. Childhood ghosts, they whisper low, In echoes  only I can know. Trapped with in a fragile frame, A prisoner with no hope or name. Voices clash and scream inside, while outwardly calm I abide. Sanity's mask., a well-worn guise, Hides the storm behind these eyes. Lost in madness, non can see, that shattered soul that once was me. Hope has fled, and dreams have died, In this shell where I reside. Existing, not living, day by day, a broken child, lost in dismay.

  Each morning dawns with battles unseen, A pledge to stand where I've been. With weary hands, I face the day, Though storms of anger cloud my way. Frustration coils in shadows deep, In promises I strive to keep. Yet still I rise, though torn inside, With quiet bravery as my guide. For though the world may bruise and bend, Commitment holds- I will not end. Through fire and fight, I carve my way, And live to see another day.

I look to the sky, so vast, so wide, seeking a sigh, a voice to confide. In every star, in every breeze, I wonder if God watches these. Is he the light behind the night? or just a dream to ease our plight? In silent prayers, I ask once more, Is God still standing at the door? The world is filled with hurt and pain, with losses deep, and endless rain. If God is there, why does he stay, so far, so quiet, so far away? I search for answers in the dark, A hidden face, a fading spark. Is faith a path that leads to air, or is God waiting somewhere? And yet, in love, in moments small, In kindness shared, I feel a call. A whisper soft, a fleeting grace, In a stranger's smile, in Time's embrace. Perhaps he's not a voice or sight, But found in every spark of light. Is God really there? I can't be sure, But in my heart, I do not seek him anymore.

hi, i’m ananya. i started this blog because sometimes the words we think are useless end up meaning something to someone else. i write things i can’t explain— maybe you’ll find meaning in them, maybe i will too...