After the Morning Prayer

Confusion (sonakshisrivastava) #4

 Confusion

Wilted flowers may tell a story

so do golden maple delights,

yet somewhere, I tend to forget

what I see might not be right.

Stone cold streams flow gushingly

lilac skies turn different hues,

yet somewhere, I tend to oversee

just how much of this is untrue.

Clipped wings show us reality

along with martyred dreams,

yet somewhere, I tend to ignore

how they make us all scream.

Beauty lies in beholder's eyes

so does music that hits my ears,

yet somewhere, I tend to overlook

how easily they overcome my fears.

Uncertainty does clog my mind

insecurities cover up gleeful pain

yet somewhere, I tend to forget

that I can overcome all of this again.