My dear fellow writers, 

It's been quite a while since I wrote something and even longer since I posted on this site. It wasn't merely a lack of time that caused this break. My life has been a roller-coaster ride filled with strange occurrences and emotions I never thought I would feel. It was crushing to experience them, but enlightening to know that they can be overcome. However, it's not easy and I appreciate and support everyone who goes through mental-health struggles, strives to overcome them and chooses to live. This poetry is a reflection of my feelings on one of the days when I felt particularly low. This work is extremely special to me not only because it portrays my emotions, but also because it marks my return to poetry-writing after a long break during which I had started to believe that I had lost the ability to think, to write. I would love to know your views on this. Looking forward to reading the comments.

Mahira

 

There is a home I'll reach

When this gruesome journey ends.

In its loving shade I shall find

The solace my struggle prevents.

 

My eyes weep for reasons

Strange, even unknown.

My mind yearns for a sign

To assure I'm not alone.

 

I live in hope;

I survive on dreams,

Envision a clear sky with birds

Flying over meadows and streams.

 

Where peace waits for me;

Where joy eternally conquers despair;

I shall keep walking,

Until I find such a home somewhere.