The Rummage

I'm on a Rummage where I'm hysterically searching for answers.

The futile search is making me bonkers. The crazy dilemma is making me mad as a March hare.

It feels like I'm surrounded by the dark days, grumpy mornings, sleeps full of nightmares, a hollow structure, a deep and fragile mind.

It feels like I'm into a dark endless tunnel. It feels like the harder I shoot away all the thoughts, the harder I suppress them, the more it backfires on me.

And the flashback starts again.

I've always believed in myself.

I've always been a curious mind.

I've always been a fighter.

I've always thought, 'God help those who help themselves'

It's been said and done always, isn't it?

So, when I kick-started this journey, what did I get?

The flying start to this walkway made me dejected.

The setback, the trauma, the anxiety, the rummage,

The morose situations had made a home inside me.

Now each one of them resides here.

I wear them as Scars.

However, despite all this, there's Hope guiding me

To reach towards the light at the end of the tunnel.