ISSUE II: Odyssey

POETRY
POETRY
MAYBE
THE NEXT
DAY
"Maybe the next week will be
better
Maybe the next month will be
better
Maybe the next couple of days will
be better,
Maybe tomorrow will be better. "
By SARAH SYED
T
he image echoed through my head
Playing in my mind like a recorder
As realizations dawned upon me
I took a glimpse at the mirror
And saw on the reflection,
My view of the world became narrowed by the walls I saw every
moment.
Subconsciously,
My dreams became emotionless
The sun was only the phenomenon of nature,
Nothing to help break free from the same old routine.
Remembering the Blue Jays song
Finding dark clouds part paint the sky
As the timid breeze breathes
Through the curls of my hair ee thoughts,
Sitting on Zoom,
Waiting in my room
Hoping for flowers to bloom
But everyday was nothing but gloom.
Subconsciously,
My dreams became emotionless
The sun was only the phenomenon of nature,
Nothing to help break free from the same old routine.
Remembering the Blue Jays song
Finding dark clouds part paint the sky
As the timid breeze breathes
Through the curls of my hair
The sound of the rocks and twigs crunch underfoot
Free thoughts,
Only one thought
Life was good.
Suppressed thoughts so rooms didn’t become cluttered
And losing our minds isn’t what people are afraid of nomore,
Because outlets are almost non-existent
As we lay in bed and feel grey
Echoes
Those are the echos during these arduous times
Arduous for the mind
Echoes
As the encapsulated borders of the world
Those are the echos during these arduous times
Have been shrunk to the depths of a tiny room
Arduous for the mind
Reflecting like surrounded by mirror paned high walls
Reflecting like surrounded by mirror paned high walls
Resulting in every turn,
But Having to repeat the same routine each day.
Where you run into yourself.
At least the calm voice has not slipped out the door
Because these are all echoes
To be a thin glass away from the outside world
But having to repeat the same routine each day.
Maybe the next week will be better
Maybe the next month will be better
Maybe the next couple of days will be better,
Maybe tomorrow will be better.
Like a grey and white painting from the olden days
It's confusing, all that used to be amusing
Simplest acts of kindness taken for granted
Simple smiles of strangers were taken for granted.
There at least is a calm voice
A voice that says to smile more
A voice that says count your blessings
instead of your loss
Months have passed
Days are passing
Minutes seem longer now
Each second past is a blessing
I know it's not easy but we can make it work
Just as long as you smile
Raise your head up high and smile
Life is still good.
A new mentality is what we need
An affirmation a day
Hope is always on the horizon
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