It's my birth month
Though I don't celebrate
Or wish birthdays
But still, it's my birth month
I have a lot of things in my mind
A lot of stuff, I want to do
I need to do fo myself
But I am stuck, feeling numb
Or just feeling so much
A thrust of feelings come
And struck me so hard
I don't know what to do with that
How to tackle those feelings
How to calm my mind
How to stop that outburst of feeling
How do I stop over-thinking
How to stop me going down and down
How do I stop my tears
Rolling down my cheeks
Just can't help me to get out
I want to paint
But I can't touch the brush
The canvas, the paints
If I do, there is nothing
Just the blank face
Untouched things
And an empty mind
If I sit to write something
Nothing comes out
Just the wandering thoughts
And some words dancing around
but not coming into rhythm
It's my month
I want to make it me
Want to do some big
But I can't
I don't have energy to do something
All my energy is just drained
And left with nothing
But I have one thing
The hope
The hope that I will do something
I will do everything I want to
I will achieve the goals, I have
I will make it, memorable
And I know that, one day
I will be the hope for others
I will incite the dead souls to life
I will be the light in the dark
I will be the water to drenched soul
That day, I will be me
The real me
Shaiza fatima
