A calm day it was,
It was normal,
Nothing happened out of the ordinary;
But within myself was brewing,
a constant turmoil of anger,
Hatred for self,
And a will to return to a state that was better than this one;
A calm day it was;
At work,
The stress was usual,
Un-usual for someone who was new,
The pile up of responsibilities,
The lack of accountability on other’s part,
And all of the blame came to me;
If something wasn’t ready it was me,
If someone wasn’t satisfied it was me,
If something skipped my ever so busy mind,
It was my neck that was pressed;
Neck deep in stress I was,
And all I wished was for a safe recovery,
But every day,
Every single day of the week I had to go back there,
And watch pieces of my peace,
Turn to ash;
A calm day it was;
It was a day similar to yesterday,
And the day before too,
But,
Something changed;
My sight rose,
For the first time from the white strip along the road,
that I walked on daily;
In a puddle that formed after the rain I saw-
“My dead eyes”,
Those dark circles from many-many sleepless unpaid night shifts,
And in a corner I found a reflection of a rose,
As my sight rose and I tried to look at it;
I heard people say it was beautiful,
Never seen before with these two eyes,
I saw in essence why people loved it
And used it to show their love and affection to someone they cherished;
As I locked my gaze onto the flower,
The color red,
Same which bled through these wrists once;
It looked so precious,
That I wanted to take it,
But separating it from its origin would cease its existence;
As I got up,
After taking a picture,
I looked at it daily,
Adored the way it looked,
Thanked the powers that blessed it to reach my sight,
And walked on my white line;
A calm day it was;
And I found my reason to continue-
“Wilted”,
Dying from the very source that gave birth to it;
On staring at it,
I found myself within it;
Essence lost,
The meaning with it,
Without having something to look at,
Just like I found no reason to survive anymore back then;
I found myself walking on the white strip alongside the road,
with no will left to live,
once again;
A calm day it was;
I walked on the same path,
And now I looked at the remains of what was once the greatest sight to ever see,
I saw the same rose crumpled up,
Shrivelled like a prune,
Sitting in dirt along with the leaves and dry waste on the side of the road;
The sight made me angry and helpless at the same time,
As I marched on the same white line,
To the work that took my will to live even more;
A calm day it was;
A calm day it was,
As I woke up an hour before,
Tried to contemplate the day that I am going to have ahead,
To prepare myself for the torture that I had to endure,
But this day I woke up without any fear,
The wilting of the rose gave me an example,
A path not to be taken,
But an idea that germinated as soon as the rose wilted;
A calm day it was;
It was as I looked above me,
A blue coloured sky,
Sunlight peering through it,
Blessing my eyes,
A wish to live this day,
A day more,
Just like the rose,
Which beautified the world,
And continued to till it’s end;
As I got ready for the day,
I took a bath,
Ate my full,
And then left my house,
As I walked on the white line;
Once again,
I came across the plant that gave me hope,
And looking at it,
I found a miracle,
A new bud taking birth;
A calmer day it was;
I looked at it,
Each day with care,
while I was walking on that white path,
A new flower bloomed within a week,
And a new cycle began;
A good day it was,
Giving me a new will to live,
Teaching me that even after going through a whole lot,
A new beginning takes place,
And we all learn to live,
Trust ourselves and try to adapt when things are against us;
I went in the day it bloomed and approached the boss,
With my demands and expectations,
Failing to match it would mean my termination,
A smile was wiped off their face,
And a little was on mine;
Within a day or two my demands were met,
My hours were reduced,
I started to arrive a few minutes before time,
And leave on time,
Nothing more nothing less;
A beautiful day it was,
As I began to learn my worth,
processed my life accordingly,
And began to live life on my term;
A beautiful life it became…
Waakiye 
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