(Photo by Aaron Weiss )
Shivering hands with trembling toes
My best mate turns my filthiest foe
I am pulling away she is clinging close
Night’s a relief, day is, but an overdose
Pretending above to be all strong
Am wondering inside how all went wrong
I am distracting myself she’s pressing it more
I am safeguarding boundaries, she’s hitting the core
I am trying to give clear a view to the world
Yet dreams mine are hazy, my vision all blurred
I am letting it go, she’s making me hold
I am saving some warmth she’s making me cold.
It’s time to decide, what’s more of a need?
Is it necessary to grow? or necessary to feed?
I am confused and strong she’s clear and weak
I am madly confident she is wisely meek.
It’s funny how we think, it’s funny how we live,
Don’t I need to possess something before being able to give?
I am fighting it back, she’s putting down arms,
When my words go fruitless, even her silence does harm.
Then when I sit down on to calculate
Of all that has been done, all that is to evaluate-
Of getting clear of things about who’s more right than wrong,
To infer this harsh fact, it doesn’t take much long
It isn’t about being weak, or of who’s being more strong
Sometimes nobody is faulty, sometimes it’s just the situation at wrong…!
(Pallavi D. Patel)