Hi readers,

I hope this post meets you in impeccable health.

First of all, thank you for all the love you’ve shown me from my very first post on this blog to the hundredth. I want to use this opportunity to say I appreciate every one of you and you’re the best.

In the spirit of throwback Thursday, I’ve decided to post a poem I wrote sometime last week, which I never posted on any platform.

I hope you enjoy it.

 

It is very late at night,

The lights are out and I sit here

These emotions mixing inside me

Into the world’s weirdest cocktail.

 

I’m constantly being crushed

By love, happiness, this great fear

And overwhelming sadness.

 

Love because of you

Of whom I can’t seem to stop thinking,

You who time and time again have

Caused a smile to break out on my face

Without being aware of your effect on me.

 

Love!

This demon that I spent the past

Few years evading,

Doing my best to ensure that I was unlovable

Until you came into my life

And shook it from the roots.

 

Happiness!

This word that now means the world to me;

I too have come to realise the importance

Of happiness in this part of the world,

But with this real joy comes real pain.

 

Pain because I am helpless to fight this

And fear because it stirs up things inside me

That I have come to associate with even more pain.

 

Fear that if you knew just how much you

Run through my mind, you’d run even faster away-

Away from me and the threat I pose to your freedom

To choose someone else, someone better.

 

The sadness is like a sanctuary

The only familiar emotion, the only familiar taste

In this weird cocktail that is created by

Thoughts of you, my dear.

 

From time to time, I cower in a corner in that place in my head

Where there is no love, no pain, no fear, only music,

But no matter what I do, I cannot seem to shake this

Because it all reminds me of you, pushes me back to you.

 

I guess I really do love you after all;

So thank you for showing me

That I can still feel something.

-SmalleeWrites✍

Let no one who loves be called altogether unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.

J.M. Barrie

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