#hopeful poem

Breathe.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

It’s all dark and that scares me

I can’t see the roads, they all talk about

Can’t see the paths, etched on the ground

It’s a whole generation, not just me

And the world is on fire, literally.

My friends are turning eighteen, learning to drive

I’m sinking in my dreams, trying to stay alive.

We’re living in dark times,

Ignoring all war crimes.

Miss rona on the run,

Leaching out all the fun.

I’m starting to freak out

Exam dates on the look out

I know they won’t be so bad,

But the competition’s too much, and it’s all just a little sad.

Full marks and even higher

Reservations and sports trials

Where does that leave me?

In the dark, getting sleepy.

There are a million kids, who all wanna beat me

Studying ten hours, they too, must be sleepy.

Close your eyes, what do you see?

A little version of a little me

She’s eccentric and cute, and won’t stop talking

A million dreams and talents she’s unlocking

I’m still eccentric, don’t know about cute

But these days, my mind is on mute

I know, I feel, I hear, I see,

All the commotion, and the catastrophe

I know my talents, I know my dreams

And I know that I have it in me

To make it to where I need to be.

So this is a promise, to my future self,

I’m gonna stop moping, and do my best,

I’ll do all the running so you can rest,

I owe it to you, so you can love yourself.

~Anupriya Sharma

(nerdinacoolway)

14 January, 2021.