Those dark troubling waters not only surround me, but pull me down when they want to. It weighs me down sometimes, panics me, scares me. Sometimes it allows me a dip, and sometimes confines me in itself for so long. Its weeds, its hands, pull me down, and keep me there till I resign, till I am exhausted.
Its weeds stick to me, even when I escape from the water. These weeds are the reminders of the unsolved and remaining troubles and problems.
While I struggle, this well allows me some invaluable experiences, as well as a few joys. But it never lets me out.
The edges of the well act like breaks and freedom, but it never allows me to escape. It’s always ready to engulf me, to make me suffer, to weigh me down, to confine me to itself. It is obsessed with me, and not ready to part with me yet.
This well will never dry up, whatever prolonged drought follows outside. It will never leave its inmate thirsty. It will always be ready with its murky and dark surroundings, awaiting me, like a patient hunter waiting for its prey to walk into his trap. It will do everything in its power to keep me down there, wet, tired and struggling. And I would remain there, always trying to escape, struggling like ever before.
This struggle may never end, nor will it continue forever. It allows me to some pleasures and joys from time-to-time, but is ready to plunge me in itself almost immediately afterwards.
People find themselves in trouble due to different reasons, some walk into it. But I remain in it. It is always there, knocking on my door. Its like a nosy neighbor butting in at the wrong time , not too ready to leave.
So I remain here, in this well, awaiting my next escape……
~k~
Its weeds stick to me, even when I escape from the water. These weeds are the reminders of the unsolved and remaining troubles and problems.
While I struggle, this well allows me some invaluable experiences, as well as a few joys. But it never lets me out.
The edges of the well act like breaks and freedom, but it never allows me to escape. It’s always ready to engulf me, to make me suffer, to weigh me down, to confine me to itself. It is obsessed with me, and not ready to part with me yet.
This well will never dry up, whatever prolonged drought follows outside. It will never leave its inmate thirsty. It will always be ready with its murky and dark surroundings, awaiting me, like a patient hunter waiting for its prey to walk into his trap. It will do everything in its power to keep me down there, wet, tired and struggling. And I would remain there, always trying to escape, struggling like ever before.
This struggle may never end, nor will it continue forever. It allows me to some pleasures and joys from time-to-time, but is ready to plunge me in itself almost immediately afterwards.
People find themselves in trouble due to different reasons, some walk into it. But I remain in it. It is always there, knocking on my door. Its like a nosy neighbor butting in at the wrong time , not too ready to leave.
So I remain here, in this well, awaiting my next escape……
~k~
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