What’s holding you?

Why should a person hold on/ move on when life is nothing but gloom, eclipsed with everlasting gloom and despondency ?

Why should a girl hold on/move on when her life is nothing but encircled by concertina wires and barricades ?

Why should an introvert hold on/ move on when people mockingly blame you amid the anxiety attacks ?

Why should an awkward person hold on/ move on when insecurities yell louder than thunder and smash you ?

Why should a weary woman hold on/ move on when her life is trapped under the feet of a man ?

Why should her heart beat when nothing of her love counts ?

Why should we live a horrible life when death can exquisitely stop all our worries and fears ?

They say, talk to someone, talk to him, talk to her, but for goodness’ sake, die alone.

If you recite your overflowing waves of worries and blues to someone, you’re expanding the depth of your doleful heart. Next day, you’ll worry, thinking that they worry about you of worrying. You’ll worry, thinking that they worry about you for not seeing any progress in you even after being all ears to their beautifully sewed advices. And won’t they get sick and tired to spend a lifetime with an ill poet like you? Acknowledge them that you are not just a seasonal poet with seasonal blues.

They say, hell is awaiting to welcome you, suicide is a sin in the book of God… Yes, God wants to kill you all by Himself. Who are you to do his villainous role ??

But here you’re,
either fear of death or little love for life is holding you back ?

From a corner, I’d tell you killing oneself is an act of bravery.
So does living the hellish life ?

Either fear of death or little love for life is holding you back ? The enchanting art of this universe, sunset, vibrant flowers, singing birds, hullabaloo of kids in the street, serene morning, silver moon, great paintings…. Ever made you feel like you should stay here for a little longer ?? Ever made you feel like you only live once in this miraculously enchanting universe ?

© Sanna