Mood Swing - Poem by Valsa George
When it rains, in her fancy
She used to turn into a child
Kicking water and playing in the puddles
Today when rain has begun pouring down
She can only see the sky weeping its tears
Clouds smearing wet misery on Earth's face
For reasons unknown
Her heart shakes in agony
Like a flower trembling on its delicate stem
Lost in silence and solitude
She throbs with a dull distracting ache
Her mind has now become an abyss
Where darkness has barged in like a marauder
Where monsters of fear are hatched
She feels suddenly thrown into the sea of emptiness
And float ripped by its violent currents
With no life boat in view for her rescue
She knows there is a long way to swim
She wonders if she would reach a safe harbor
Or get drowned halfway?
Behind her, what does she hear?
Is it the roar of the Tsunami of grief? ?
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