I miss those cloudy dark days,
And those messy, noisy nights,
When I used to hide under the warm blanket
In hopeless venture to comfort my cold self;
To dry myself off the downpour, the thunderstorm
Having drenched my head, heart and soul..
Perhaps for something, but mostly absolutely for nothing…
Those moments when I had thought
That happiness was such a distant jackpot,
But when I finally did win the lot,
Staying in cloud nine, all day long,
Amidst smiles, laughter, and warm love,
Why do I still feel lonely and lost,
As I keep reminiscing those days
When it rained the most?
Ah! I now know what I’ve been missing!
Those lonely days when the sky was gray
And the cold nights when I couldn’t see the light
Now, I painfully realize
That loneliness and melancholy were my dreaded knights
Who pushed me to the rabbit hole of self-reflection,
Thus sailing my ship on the ocean of creation.
Bitterness makes happiness sweeter
I’m grateful for all the happiness and love I’m receiving these days…Like every human being, I hope for good days ahead. But ironically, I also miss those melancholic moments which were so precious in connecting to my inner self, and which provided creative inspiration. Stupid it may sound, but I purposely allowed myself to get ‘depressed about not getting depressed’, and the result was this poem. Those times that I spent on introspection made me realize that the sweetness of happiness can never be appreciated fully without tasting occasional bitterness in life.
I’ll be really glad if you could suggest a good title for this poem. I’m at complete loss as to what to name this piece of self-reflection.😅
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