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Stress can be a real monster that sucks everything from your life, but letting the light in can guide you to a place of peace, freedom, and dreams.
There must be a place where forgotten dreams reside,
With the real you, before you let the others decide.
Where earnings are measured by simply a heart’s content .
The part of you they killed, smiling, with your consent.
Where lessons from fairy tales still guide your day,
Where you stop to smell the flowers and kick stardust on your way.
Where your life isn’t strangulated amidst this rat race,
Where the struggle isn’t with somebody else, to keep pace.
This must also be the refuge for the thoughts you crowd,
To some corner of your mind, to hush out the noises loud,
To be dealt with later, or simply to live in denial forever,
Only to haunt you when you don’t see it coming, until sleep becomes a difficult endeavor.
The monster stays dormant only until it grows on itself,
Until the things you refuse to talk about are the only things you know about yourself.
A war you waged for so long- but its intentions you now doubt,
You see the scars, but have forgotten what the fight was all about.
You shut down, hold back, shout, sometimes speak–
to conceal; a call for help is after all, only for the feeble minded, weak.
The two worlds collide when this monster breaks free-
To conspire with your dreams forgotten, to perform a feat of alchemy.
They take possession of your demons ugly and breathe language into their ears,
It throws open your windows, to let in the light, preparing for the final release.
To help let down that burden once and for all,
leaving you feeling exposed uncomfortably, but finally at peace.
Your fists loosen to paint pictures on the walls you once punched, your silences find music,
words strung together in the depths of the night, now look a lot like your life line;
And just like that, one day, with the sun shining bright, the winds blowing free,
you’ll find that you mean it,
when you tell the world, “I’m fine!”
A version of this was first published here.
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