Quicksand
On a silent journey,
I walked into the forest.
Within the dark,
A silhouette crept me out.
Suddenly I stumbled
And fell into a quicksand pit.
A cry for help—
No one to hear.
The more I struggled,
It pulled me deeper and deeper.
When I couldn’t breathe anymore,
I gave up the fight.
Slowly, it released me,
Letting me float.
Desperate and crazed,
I tried to swim with force—
Only to sink again.
So I stayed calm.
I did not cry.
I tried my best
To reach the shore.
Slowly, gently,
I rolled myself free,
Breathing a sigh of relief.
And I realized:
Sometimes all I need
Is to do my best—
And wait for time.
In chaos I found calm,
In silence I found strength.
Through the dark forest I walked on,
Until the sun came down,
Lighting my path anew.
( This poem is also posted on medium for wide range audience under the pen name Trishila, for more poem and stories you can follow me on medium website as well)
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