Life,
An unending cycle,
Of repeat.

Repeatedly being beat down;
Repeatedly being shot up;
Repeatedly feeling happy;
Repeatedly feeling sad.
A loop of feelings,
Incessantly deluging our lives.

However,
The probable worst form of repeat,
Is routine, nothingness,
Meaningless.

“You are not good enough.”

“You are worthless.”

“You…”
Silence.
Reverting into the plain routine,
Where automation kicks in,
Feeling comfy, nothing,
At the same time.

My inner voice even
Trembles upon
The banality of life.

Keeping my smouldering will
Extinguished,
Not even the winds of the spring
Could revive it.

Safe,
Sound,
Familiar,
Fine,
Nothing.

Never invoking the question,
“Should I progress?”
Or even worse,
“Why am I stagnant?”
Not a word,
Nil.

.

Sparks.
Kindled by someone,
By a situation,
A short but sweet one,
Re-inspired me
To get up,
To get out,
To shut out from worthlessness,
To refrain from nothingness.

Just a spark,
A distinct one,
Lights up the entire forest.
Igniting a bonfire
Of new hope,
Of wondrous pathways,
Of limitless challenges,
That instigates of a distant self,
An unwarranted storm,
The forgotten one.

Ultimately,
Bringing new wine,
Leaving the old flames
Of my life.

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