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Nawadita Janice Philip

Updated: Sat, 26 Aug 2023 09:08 am

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Biography

Hi, I'm Janice. I'm a student, passionate about reading, writing and poetry. I've been writing poems since a long time. Poetry has been my comfort place, my go-to place whenever I feel down or anxious. The poems that I write are mostly a portrayal of what I feel or what I think.

Breaking The Silence

I seek myself Fighting demons in my head I fight a battle daily in my head These voices in me try to bring me down Saying I'm not good enough My chest aches As though a stone presses on me My lungs gasp with stifling air Feeling short of breath I suffocate with my head barely above water As much I may try to avoid it It always finds me in the quiet Robbing me off of my happiness And the glimmer in my eyes Replacing it with fear and panic Bottled up emotions inside me Waiting to be shared Yet I fear being misunderstood I glance at the mirror And the mirror reveals a mess I experience a wave of emotions Where certain days feel like an inflated balloon Trapped in a state of uncertainty and worthlessness Crumbling under life's sheer distress Leaving me feeling utterly hopeless Recovering is an uphill battle But I'll survive

Awaiting Freedom

I seek myself Fighting demons in my head I fight a battle daily in my head These voices in me try to bring me down Saying I'm not good enough My chest aches As though a stone presses on me My lungs gasp with stifling air Feeling short of breath I suffocate with my head barely above water As much I may try to avoid it It always finds me in the quiet Robbing me off of my happiness And the glimmer in my eyes Replacing it with fear and panic Bottled up emotions inside me Waiting to be shared Yet I fear being misunderstood I glance at the mirror And the mirror reveals a mess I experience a wave of emotions Where certain days feel like an inflated balloon Trapped in a state of uncertainty and worthlessness Crumbling under life's sheer distress Leaving me feeling utterly hopeless Recovering is an uphill battle But I'll survive

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