Drift

Between conversations or sometimes during,

I find myself dreaming but not surely asleep,

In a daze, confused as the day I was born

With no one to sing me sweet lies as I fall asleep,

You are here, I remind my soul,

This is where you must be, for now

There is much to see, hear and smell even

Stop holding your breath, time does not run

So maybe I should stop too

The exhaustion catches up, if you pause for too long

Unnerving in it’s eerie silence, claws that sink and never let go

I am tired, of fighting for myself

Struggling to stay two steps ahead and also walking the line

I am too tired, to fight for anyone else now.

25/2/21

Ananya Murali