Tag: Self-Worth

about today

Waking up to restlessness,
My mind in a state of mess,
A rumbling belly causing a bother,
It’s yet another day to weather.

I’d like to muster up my will,
Facing a battle that’s uphill,
Rummaging through my emotions,
Just going through the motions.

The grounds outside are calling,
Taunting a soul who’s unwilling
To slip out of the worn-out shoes,
And try to make an excuse.

Invited to have breakfast,
I let time pass so fast.
Though restraint was wearing thin,
I knew I would still win.

A wholesome bite, I thought,
The scale will not take note.
I’d been starving for a while;
It’s alright to see a smile.

But indulgence settled in,
The nice chair held me in,
Convincing me it was best
To surrender today to rest.

notes from a quiet corner

When the familiar urge to close the door creeps in, withdrawal becomes my reflex—my sanctuary, where my absence leaves no ripple.

Buried beneath relentless deadlines and mounting uncertainties, I try to appear resilient. Channeling the recluse within often feels like my only way to survive. I yearn for a distant corner where I can just be with my thoughts.

Yet despite this need for isolation, I crave real connection—a way to share an unfiltered perspective of the world. It feels as though you can only choose one; playing a role is simply the price of acceptance.

So I press the keys, setting my fingers free. Once again, I start to breathe, click-clacking myself out of the congested air.

God may not have given me the voice to speak my deepest truths aloud, but He gave me the ability to transcribe them, and for that, I am grateful. Finding my way back to this safe space is a journey worth taking, and I am finally on my way home.

the rain

A story about a rainfall
Born high up in a cloud
Unusually blissful and small
Sun and Sky were truly proud.

Every rainfall’s whimsy
Was the coming of the ‘great fall’
‘Landing on trees’, said many
‘Is what we look forward above all.’

Others say rooftops or any solid
Will create beautiful melodies
While some wouldn’t mind
Said surprises could be any place.

But this one small rainfall
Had another adventure in mind
‘It would really be wonderful
If I meet and greet a child!’

‘How could that be possible?’
All argued to the small rainfall
‘A child will never notice you
Among billions of us in the fall!’

‘Well’, it said self-assuredly
‘Was I not born extraordinary?’
‘So how can a child miss me
When you are nothing like me?’