I Found

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I found my voice
Amidst cracks and patches,
Croaking in the beginning
Like a frog in a dirt puddle,
Wiggling it’s weak tail.
I found the words
Amidst debris and stones,
Written in unclear letters,
Hidden under the soil,
Waiting for me to come through.

I found my feet
Amidst sore joints and muscles,
Struggling to stand upright
Like a new born.
Falling without aid.
I found them
Amidst worn boots and jeans,
With holes on each pair,
The threads and pins sitting beside them,
Waiting for me to stitch them up.

I found my strength
Amidst feeble muscles and sinews,
Stretching warily in the morning
Like an old chair,
Creaking when stepped on.
I found it
Amidst lost hope and dreams.
Each looking me in the eye,
Pleading in mockery,
Daring me to make a move.

I found my pen
Amidst shredded books and rat faeces,
Dusty and rotten with age,
Like an abandoned castle
Covered with cobwebs and peeling paint.
I found it
Amidst weak papers and smeared ink,
Splattered as if on purpose,
Blurring the letters and numbers,
Awaiting my arrival.

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I wrote this piece while listening to this song. I put up a send me a song status on my WhatsApp and a friend sent it to me. I listened to it thrice and abandoned it, till this morning. I've had it on repeat ever since. I wrote the poem without thinking hard or much. I just let my fingers do the trick.

Tell me your thoughts and don't forget to listen.

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