Wrestling Thoughts Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

In the dead of night
the troubled
wrestle with
larger than life
problems
ask stressful questions of themselves
face jarring home truths
and seek uncomfortable answers
as well

But, come the morning
Night thoughts become minuscule
And usually recede into the back of the mind
While one tackles
The dawning of a new day
The bleary-eyed struggle out of bed
Bathing
Getting dressed
Wondering whether there’s any milk in the fridge
Enough petrol in the tank
Checking the days schedules -
Hurrying to work, etc. etc...
Getting so absorbed with the
preoccupations of the day
that there isn’t quality time to think

Then, before you know it
the day is almost at an end

And, within hours
the night is due to recycle itself again