Dreaming
I know sometimes the futility of your actions
hits you straight on the chest,
flooding your insides with hollowness.
you want to give up
but you keep watering the blue flower,
standing alone in the unceasing desert,
day after day after day
and it never blooms
and you don't give up
until you do
until you stop.
I know it feels better
when you pluck the bud out,
clench it within your fist.
the sound of it tearing
is music to your ears
and your grin is huge
and your eyes have lost their sparkle.
you tell yourself this is better
than keeping the hope burning.
I know the anger soon vanishes
leaving behind a hole of hopelessness
sucking in your spirit
and the desire to dream the world.
you blame yourself
for not being good enough
and you'd like nothing more than to lie back in the hot sand
and forget it ever happened.
what if I tell you to look around just once
and you might just discover that you're not in a desert
but in a garden filled with other flowers
that you watered unknowingly
while you were busy weeping over the blue flower?
what if I tell you to remember why you started it
all in the first place?
the burst of excitement,
the promise of eternal happiness.
what if I tell you eternal happiness is but a myth
and all you have is a now?
then would you give the yellow flower a shot?
Copyright © Kashish Kukreja | Year Posted 2020
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