Poetry by Trisha Pai
Art by Aiden Tsen
Loneliness
A strange emotion that eats you from the inside
One that will always find you no matter where you hide
It will grasp you tight when you least expect it
And latches on, whether or not you permit
You could be surrounded by many, but still feel low
And eventually on your own, you must learn to grow
And while of breaking, it may drive you to the brink
You can keep going, or allow yourself to sink
No matter how happy or sad, it hits everyones
And its your choice, whether you’ll face it or run
And on some days you’ll smile, on some you’ll cry
But all that will matter, is the fact that you did try
whoever you want to be
Various petrifying battles I have to fight, many leave me weary
Often consumed by the thought of failure and loss, it is indeed scary
I doubt myself, spend hours wondering if I will be able to make it or not
Even when I am aware of how the main obstacle is this very though
I have good days, bad days, and days where I have highs and lows
No matter how hard I try to look, the method to being truly content nobody knows
There are several factors about me of which I know, that make me stand out
And naturally, also many that are flaws and imperfections, that I think about
The world is a large, scary yet enchanting place
Some consider life to be a journey, while some think of it as a race
Your choices, experiences and perception makes you who you are
Some learn from unfortunate occurrences, and on some they leave a scar
Its never too late to bring about a change, to get stronger
And the minute you make up your mind, it will keep you going longer
Nothing is impossible, you can be whoever you want to be
But you thoughts, actions and words, with one another must always agree
Everything happens for a reason, every hardship you must take in the right way
Because out of it, what good will come no one is to say
You will get no where by comparing, in the end you only have yourself
And I am grateful that I soon enough realised that I must love myself
No one is as special as you, but you mustn’t let this get to your head
For those who do, often possess a heart from gold, turned to lead
Whenever a grenade is thrown your way and you fall, get up and continue to walk
And soon enough, all the bullets and bombs, you will learn to block
Look ahead, don’t let anything blow you off your own track
And soon, they will realise that you have gained what they still lack