Metamorphosis

Though this is for anyone who faces depression, I can't really dedicate it to them because everyone has been sad before.
Sadness is a weird emotion. Apart from the obvious, it's different from happiness for a key reason.
It's easier to remember a sad moment than a happy moment. I had a dog named Leo and it's easier to recall how disappointed I was when we gave him away rather than how content I was when he was there.

So before I turn this into a depressing story or article, let me tell you one thing. You cannot stay down in a boxing ring. You will always get back up for the fight.

This is a collab poem I wrote with Divya and it was awesome working with her. Hope you like it!

Sadness curls around your heart,
You fight her in vain but all hope is lost.
An infernal storm fires up inside,
All your joy has been turned to dust.

Your soul has had too much to take,
You see an array of decisions that you could make.
The gloom settles in, the curtains long drawn,
Everything pleasant seems to be gone.

Flashbacks of terror and days of pain,
Finally shatter you under the strain.
The ropes had bound you far too tight,
It was at last that you saw the light.

 There’s no sunshine without darkness,
Nor is there victory without fight.
No matter how broken you feel,
The pieces will fix and you will take flight.

 Sadness is no enemy,
But a blessing in disguise.
Spreading throughout your body,
Giving you strength as it ignites.

~By Pratya and Divya

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Comments

  1. UnknownJune 25, 2016 at 9:24 PM

    This is simply beautiful. The content is very profound and mature. Kudos to the poetesses!

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  2. Divya RameshJune 30, 2016 at 7:59 PM

    WOW PRAT!! THIS POEM IS AMAZING!! THE PEOPLE WHO WROTE THIS MUST BE SUUUUUPER TALENTED!!!
    (huehueheuhueh)

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  3. Pratya P ツJuly 23, 2016 at 10:45 AM

    Thanks for the comments :D

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