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Amidst the chaos, upon my bed I lie
A storm of ideas passes by
The vibrant brain wants to go high
But the body’s too frail to try
Numbness wraps joy and sorrow in its hold,
Feelings quiet, like stories left untold,
Inside, battles silently flow,
Life’s colors fade to a quiet low
The need to do, held by a stubborn ache
Dragging me deep into a place that’s fake
I wear a borrowed face,
Hiding sorrow with a grin’s embrace,
But deep within, a soul confined,
Longs to break free, leave past behind,
Like an empty tree in solitude,
Craving escape, a life renewed.
By Aresha Assad