Unnoticed is the river inside of us

Vagaries of the weather outside
make it to the newsrooms,
but nobody notices
the changing of weather inside.

Unnoticed remain,
the churning of
mind’s meterological phantoms
that play havoc in some mind-scapes.

Unnoticed is,
the river inside of us
swelling, surging over the banks of
‘I will fight this melancholy today’.

These are torrential rains
we can not take cover from.
We are holding onto
life in any form that we can.

Please know, inside of us there are rivers too,
transboundary between madness and acceptable –
that we swim in.
And on some days we drown
in our own body of river waters.

 

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