The blue sky was tangible that dusk

I kept gazing until my vision was blurred

Thoughts had formed conflicting dough

In my otherwise resilient mental thoroughfare

My mind was spinning round and round

Peace nowhere to be found

Some musings danced in irregular steps

No serenity to surround

Words needed their path to escape

Emotions bubbling high

But the right chord would just not strike

My heart demanded a heartfelt cry

Creativity is a boon for sure

But sometimes it is a curse

When words and emotions are not in sync

It is a vanquishing fuss

And then my eyes searched the sky again

Sought answers in its blinding brightness

The ray of hope was hidden inside the floating clouds

I just needed to unclog the mess

I took shelter in my piece of peace

My diary and my pen

Words will come to my rescue for sure

And keep me untroubled and sane

Life isn’t an assessment, Life isn’t a race

But it is an unforgiving struggle, which all should face

My narration is my humble shelter

Where I can rest my case

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