Swarming through the rollercoaster of emotions my head spins dwindling in this commotion I pause, I breathe I wonder what's in store sounds in my head now seem to roar swaying and juggling trying my best to thrive yet I get entangled between two pale lives. One that helps me fetch me my daily bread, the other where there's no time for a tear to shed. I wish to giggle, play and laugh out loud. Adults all around me. Am I now allowed?
inderjit …
@inder · 1:28
Naturally, is a beautiful poem and thank you for sharing and inviting. We definitely are always searching for that hand, the warms, the reassuring voice and our guardian angels, trust me, are always there are around us. And sometimes when we miss them in their physical form, even then they continue to hover around us and guide us. And to be able to feel that presence, one needs to shift attention from all the noise that rings in our heads of critical voices and harsh comments and discouraging situations