Shake it off.

She wakes up to beads of sweat slithering down her face,
Thoughts clouting her mind, fear, every visible inch of her space,
Questions feeding on her patience, “What if?” “How?” “Why?”
“What if I don’t?”, “But, should I?”
“What’s coming to be?”
“What’ll become of me?”
She steps up, blithely, breaks her shackle of anxiety,
Hums a little tune, shakes off the self pity,
Pushes the trail inside her head to wane off for a bit,
And decides, she’d cross the bridge when she gets to it.

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Author: Annapurani Vaidyanathan

I hoard books for a living. And read them too, when I am not sleeping. I express what I think, so my unheard feelings don't sink. I like to sing when I walk, to keep shades grey, at bay. I speak like a dork, but I don't want to drive anyone away. I write what's real, and nothing fake, so visit my blog whenever you need a break ;)

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