I can see a patch of sky
but it is far, faraway,
You see,
I have always lived
under,
in my deep, and darkest well.
It is full of woes,
yet it is my pillow
on which I doze.
I try to climb,
but slip down
after a mere two tries,
And then I settle back
and time slips by.
Yet I wonder what's it like
out up there?
I read and hear,
and think to go one day.
The well is dark
but familiar.
Without the light,
I know the lay.
Sometimes the twinkling stars will beckon me,
sometimes the cotton wisps
will with me play.
I feel I should scale the wall,
you never know,
I might one day!
Then I turn away.
You see the shadows,
in my well?
Yes....it holds me tight,
and cloaks the light,
And in my well,
I mostly stay.
About the Creator
Mira Katyal
Hi! I I like to experience, write, teach and consult. I started my holistic journey in the 2000's, eventually starting MiraOm. Using eastern modalities- Ayurveda, Reiki, yoga, I help deconstruct stress, and build up calm. Namaste, Mira.
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