My source of inspiration

How far should I travel, to find you, my source of inspiration? How much longer should I wait, until I see your face again from another dimension? Until I converse about life and all things that I’m battling with, and for you to give me some tips on living? How long can I sustain the flickering images of you in my forgetful memory and the soft wisps of inspiration, like shots of alcohol that drain through my system and are forever gone. Can you help me enjoy this falling sunset over the hills through the cracked window of the prison cell? Will you be there for me at times when I’m too afraid to speak to anyone? Will you hold my trembling hand and lead me up to face it all; under the bright lights that reveal my naked soul and my vulnerability exposed to the whole wide world? Will you help me learn how to shield myself from sharp arrows shooting at my frightened heart from all directions? And will I ever, eventually, be able to stand tall and welcome these arrows by myself?

Published by Samasya Tapasya

Samasya? Tapasya!

4 thoughts on “My source of inspiration

  1. This is a nice one!
    I get more than one meaning from this piece and all of them involve a journey of some kind. An arduous one but one which needs to be undertakeN all the same..
    Look forward to more from your pen…

    1. thanks for your comments! It certainly feels nice to share writings and have it relate to others. I’m not a prolific writer and written thoughts will come whenever it comes! Thanks again and i’ll be sure to read your work as well.

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