Where’s My Head At

For a really long time, I have been feeling a lot of things.
Feelings that I couldn’t decipher,
Experiences that I couldn’t comprehend.

It feels like I am trapped inside a box
And all I can do is peek out to notice things.
But, no matter how hard I try,
I can’t yell warnings
About all the things that are going wrong.

Honestly, it is like an out of the body experience.
I feel like I am a spectator of my own life.
It is a weird experience of watching my own life
Pass by like a well choreographed play
With a crazy genre called misfortunes.

Here I am, gasping at every twist,
Wondering if something could be worse than this!?
But, as usual, the story never fails to stun me.
It throws a curve ball,
Keeping me on the edge,
Making me grip my seat as tight as possible,
And another silent cry escapes from my lips.

I want to do a lot of things,
Gain control, for starters
And change the story, all together
The box seems to heavy to lift.

I am going to keep trying,
To throw the box open,
To escape the nightmare.
In the meantime,
I am going to make a list
Of what not to do,
To make my story better.
Or maybe the best!

Thank you for reading

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez


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