The essence of despair
Out of thin air, misery betide.
Wound by an eddy of grief,
pugnaciously, she rebelled to uncoil.
Eddies reeled into whirlpools
...now a vortex of despair.
Her tenacity, imbibed into the gaping abyss.
Rock-bottom anon she hit,
with each iota of life, depleted!
The raucous water mulishly subdued.
Light refracted, to evoke her cognizance.
The very wrath, now hoisting her up..
from its death-defying ordinance.
Her past swirled in her dizzy head.
Mistakes committed;
Opportunities lost;
Hearts broken;
Pain oozed out of her reeling heart,
as she grappled stoutly to plug it out.
Swimming through the chastisement,
she reached for the surface.
Her wrecked past, she hoped,
would rest on the rocky seabeds’ surface.
Temperamental waves lugged her around,
as she learned to embrace its sum and substance.
Her heart now buoyant, she rode with flamboyance.
Its crests and troughs, molding her
...into a resilient coherence.
Hope shored her life.
Hope, to entrain a renaissance.
Hope, to fill it with rapport.
Hope, to be true to who she was.
There is hurt is this world;
Then there is pain.
It is in the depths of despair,
Does one envisage their ken of essence.
— Neha Jayaprakash, 2019
