Sometimes, It Just Feels Like…

Sometimes, I feel like screaming,

Like pouring my soul into the wind…

Releasing all the storms I’ve caged,

Letting my unspoken pain rescind.

Sometimes, I wish to climb a mountain,

To stretch my arms and hold the sky…

To cry so hard that the earth listens,

And let my sorrows drift and fly.

Sometimes, I long to just be—

Like the wind that never asks for space...

Like a falling leaf, weightless, free,

Swaying between time and grace.

I was once a child—curious, wild,

Chasing dreams in endless light…

Then I grew, and life grew too,

Filling me with joy and fight.

Then came love, then came loss,

Then came the weight of a thousand fears…

Then came the days where silence spoke,

And nights that whispered unshed tears.

I have loved, and so I’ve hated,

I have held on, and let go…

I have given more than I had,

And still, I stand, yet barely know.

I have lost things I can’t remember,

I have left things I still crave…

And with each step, I ask myself—

What am I seeking? What do I save?

The paintings I made that spoke my thoughts,

The articles I wrote that shouted a lot,

The poems of my heart, the things I gathered,

The job I strived for, the places I wandered,

The festivals I lived, the moments so bright…

Everything I loved or left behind—will fade into the night.

Each day, life unfolds anew,

Each night, something fades away…

One day will come when no one asks,

And all my stories will decay.

Three generations—maybe two,

And even my name will turn to dust…

Yet here I stand, still fighting,

Knowing well, this fate is just.

I have seen my parents age,

Felt their hands grow weak in mine…

And someday, my hands too will tremble,

As the clock rewinds the time.

I am raising a child, watching her stumble,
Watching her grow, and drift apart...
And just like me, one day she too will wonder,
Where life begins, and where it departs.

Some have left by fate’s cruel hand,

Some have walked away by choice…

And here I am, caught in between,

A fading shadow, a fleeting voice.

Life gave me more than I could carry,

Yet took away more than I could hold…

And this debt, I know too well,

Can’t be repaid before I’m cold.

Sometimes, I just sit in silence,

Under a sky too vast to care…

And wonder how many stars have seen me,

Break and heal, in the same despair.

I do not wish to change the past,

Nor chase a future I can’t see…

But sometimes, I just want to pause,

And rest in all that used to be.

For this is life—a fleeting moment,

A borrowed breath, a destined fall…

We all are stories, lost in time,

And yet, we fight—we fight it all.

Just sometimes… just sometimes…