Nageen's Creative Canvas

I appear fine, but I'm breaking inside. It's heavy. It's numb. Everything seems fine, But something hurts. Why doesn't anybody talk about that something? The one that you don't even know. It's a net without an exit, No door to leave, Or maybe we're too close to see. I'm fine. Life is good, But the pain is inside. What could be the source of it? I don't know what, But tears run down my cheeks As I'm writing this. There's so much going on in my mind. I appear fine, but I'm breaking inside.

Lying on my bed, with a pen in my hand, diving deep within, exploring the treasure hidden inside, nothing is on my mind, letting the thoughts pass by,  this moment is mine, it's a pathway to the world hidden inside, a universe full of light, a place to write my life, there are only two things on my mind, the urge to write and a desire to stand at a stage holding a mic, the dream to fly with the words that I write, is this what we call life? is this what a writer feels like? to write throughout our lives, to create our own wings to fly. 12.53am. 10th Sept 23