Today I wrote a poem weight of a feather and a line popped up in my head “When she saw them as mountains, when she blew them as dust”
Is that what all this is about? What we assume or presume to be mountains are they mere figment of our imagination?
Are all those chains that bind us down to the dungeons of dark a mere dust that we let empower our potential?
When life has dared to give us the wings why not dare to fly? When life has dared to give us dreams why not reach up for the sky?
I have been in a phase when I bowed to all the problems that cropped in my path. I tried to run and evade them and they grew bigger and bigger. What once started as a thorn had grown and grown into mammoth of a demon.
Not by some act of bravery and not by some act of wisdom but by a mere act of tiredness, I stopped running. I turned around and said “Come on lets see what you have got”. It roared and screamed and tried to scare me.
But I could run no more. There was no place to go. There was no patience evade. So I stood my ground and fought it out. You know what happened? The humongous demon dissipated into dust.
The one that had chased and drained me of every speck of hope was its strength fed by my fear?And Now I ask you, was that what it really was? A mere shadow of dust.
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