where do i look for the lost habit of believing
that the shadows may keep me safe?
what happened to the mirror i broke & crushed
to escape from my own trusted image?
why does the horizon remind me of unspeakable
truths and this nefarious need for pain?
how can i know if this is what they call living?
how do i get out of here without leaving?
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© Anmol Arora
Day 14
(Inter)National Poetry Month
I have sent e-mails to various institutes providing Certificate courses in Patisserie/Baking and Confectionery, regarding the course information. I am now just waiting for their reply.
I know I can’t go for a Bachelor’s degree. But I have something else in my mind, something I would like to do.
I need proper training and I hope that I get it.
Regarding family approval for dropping-out, I haven’t got it yet. First, I want to get admission for one of the courses- then, I think they would oblige to my wishes, I hope.
I am going for a risky venture, but my heart is guiding me this time. And I am going to put some faith in my heart.
Even if I fail in the future, I know my whole life will be ruined even more so, but I would have the satisfaction that I tried and that I listened to my heart.
I am hoping for the best, and trying to wave off the feelings of hopelessness and anxiety and depression that are striking me every hour.
I need support, that is all I need right this moment.
May be the future isn’t so bright for me
May be I won’t always be free
But at least I won’t be as trapped as I am now
I know no one, not even I myself can make such a vow
But I got to have some faith in something
May be my decision won’t solve everything
But I got to believe, I got to have some hope
I need to stay clinging to some rope
May be the future isn’t so bright for me
But I can hope it is a far better tree
than the one upon which I sit today
Maybe I will find the lighting ray
One which will make it all fine for me
Even if I won’t always be free.
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