TRAUMATIZING FALL

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TRAUMATIZING FALL


It was a very dark room.Her voice was trembling when she called for help! The voice echoed in all directions and returned back to herself.There was no one around.Panic bubbled inside her, she was not familiar with the unknown.She was far to well pampered with predictability and planing!And the room was teaming with uncertainty and that scared her...a lot!

Traumatizing fall! she laughed.How creative of her.She realized her wisdom was all from her imaginations and it was way far from real life.She had the nerve to explain something soo deep and dark with just two words! they satisfied the teenage romanticism of darkness and suffering. They thought suffering was love.They thought loyalty was sacrifice. They measured their love using the level of pain they went through! And can we blame ourselves for this mentality?  when grown adults created the "teenage life" contents that  intoxicated the youth with this idea.

And here she was in the absolute darkness.Still believing in the fairy tale-"suffering was love.".And it was alright to dip your toes now and then. But now soaking in the idolized pain she realized that this is not how love felt.And she stopped letting herself drown!Aah i wish she did but this girl was no superhero. She reached out for help and they all had their own problems.And her problem seemed worthless to the world! The world pushed her further into the void and she drowned a little more.Soon she gave up.She let the darkness in. And in shining armor her savior came.A faceless God who pulled her out of the darkness!

And now she is the bundle of sunshine in this grey world!The chocolate muffin who chased your demons away.The sun destined to provide.And also someone with her own flaws! This was not the end but the beginning!

She returned to the world who thought suffering was love, sacrifice was loyalty and depression was wisdom.She returned to the world who idolized darkness. And along with her Light,love  and truth wept alone,unnoticed!

SAANIKA  S  LAL


[ i don't know what genre this belongs to it feels like a story to me but it also feels like something else!! IT is what it is I guess!!
 this is the first "not poem" post!!! Hope u liked this!In the world where nobody listen! Lets be there for each other!! okke beei spread love💖]

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