Recovery - Poem by Prerna Maheshwari
One day I realised,
A waste land under the decorated globe.
It continued feeling wrong,
So I went in to probe.
I searched and searched,
It was dying fast.
I found a shovel,
It needed water to last.
What made this land barren,
Had blocked the water source.
Covered the boulder with sand and rocks,
Turned over a stable land by force.
I started digging,
A spurt appeared.
I was overwhelmed,
Till it disappeared.
Stronger spurts came,
So I rejoiced equally with each.
But I also exercised caution,
In case water I wouldn't reach.
The caution an unnecessary fear,
Because I continued digging anyway.
Thought I was getting better at last,
But you get worse once before your final way.
For the boulder still remained,
Unexpectedly showing up.
As habits now, due to that fear,
Which was the guard it had put up.
So I gathered myself,
And put it all in.
Broke the blocks,
By validating from within.
Now I've removed enough,
I'm going back outside.
The water will flow, comfortably imperfect,
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