Yama’s chariot beckons
Chitragupta’s pen ready to strike
Oh what temptation
To leave behind all this strife
Not for the toil and pain and hurt are too much
But the disrespects, the unfair expectations
The abuse
Yet I turn away!
Not for the recollection of fleeting smiles or the sound of laughter in the skies
My sisters wails scare me more
The unnecessary tears of flawed but well meaning friends
My sakhis
My prem.
My mother
My family
And why should I leave?
The grey of life can be parted
Man’s search for meaning has to bear fruit someday
I can toil under these sands
And recall what life meant
If I turn down this ride to the end
Until it’s my time
To face the scales
Of my deeds
The feather must stay afloat!
No, I shall leave, yes
Leave the pain behind
But not this way, not via this ride
The feather must stay afloat
It’s not it’s time to abandon flight.
Author’s Note: Depression can make it seem like the end is better and trust me, I know it is a privilege to have access to therapy etc. and the ability to “toil under these sands.” And while I cannot make this available to everyone, I can wish that we all recover from whatever hurt us. And the possibility is there, as long as we are alive and try to leave the toxic situation when possible, without hurting ourselves. I try to be here to listen but I am not a therapist or a professional, so I hope you find the person you need. And if you liked my poem, I have more works on mental health over at Muses_Saga from the perspective of Siya.
Therapy Clinics You Can Reach Out To
Psylens clinic
Humrahi
Think Universal Clinics
