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The Blizzard

Sadness binds us all together.

In our lives, we all crave approval, either from within or from the others. I don't advocate either, but I feel that we need it nonetheless.

Feelings are a part of who we are, and sadness a part of those feelings. When someone you know or love is sad, the first instinct that comes to you (regardless of whether you act upon it or not) is that of empathy. Empathy is a component of our limbic system, an inseparable one in that. I, for one, believe that we humans are humans because of this small, but significant, part of our central nervous system.

Coming back to sadness and its relationship with the humanness we all carry. The saying "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade" is an optimistic take on this issue. Every human needs an inspiration, an idol, a motivator, when they need to deal with their sadness and grief.

"How does he/she do it! How can he control his/her tears when watching a tearjerker! I gotta learn a thing or two from him/her..."

More than a few of us have experienced this. A person who always seems to be in control of his/her emotions. But the secret is, no person can be that emotionless. Well, that is unless you are a psychopath with no remorse. Nonetheless, when a person is sad, at least a few people (at least one) try to be at his/her side, sooner or later.

All of this happens in that small section of the tiny section of your limbic system. And mind, a bitch that it is, will always want you to take a decision. A decision to reflect it all. A decision to mend it all. A decision to cure you off your past. A decision to make you a better person.

The poetry I have written herewith is a small figment of my recent past. An outlet for my emotional turmoil. A caricature of my self loathe. It's called "The Blizzard." A phenomenon that can best describe the cloudiness of my mind.

Breaking twigs, crunching dreams
Soulless wonders, gutless greens
Farthest stretching on the land are these
And the wind is softly crushing all my dreams

A blizzard comes along
Strong and sour like a mouthful of lye
Brings back all my misplaced memories
The memories lost with broken dreams

Baffled sun strokes the clouds
Peers through in my deepest doubts
Condones my barren shout
Buries himself in my cold chested bounds

I need no one, I want no one
No hand to take me there
No hand for me to take
Hope I won't stay sunken in my sadness
Always this way...

Thank you for reading. :)


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