Stardrift

In the silence of self, under the gaze of the cosmos—

...What is it, to truly know one’s mind?

 

...What if,

You don’t?

What if... your essence is but a whirlwind,

Chaos—unceasing,

Voices—unyielding,

Lost in a tempest of doubt, fear, anxiety,

No anchor, no calm.

 

Booze, a fleeting solace,

An attempt to mute the cacophony,

Yet, the voices persist,

Louder,

Ever-present.

 

Speaking...

Without confidence,

Have I merely danced on the winds of chance?

All this time...

 

...And those who stand firm,

Do they too harbour storms?

Certainties cloaked in uncertainties.

 

I gaze upon the moon, pondering—

The grand design of the cosmos,

Planets, each a testament to singularity,

Diverse atmospheres, gravitational mysteries,

Rotations, axes, climates—

Imagination pales.

 

In the vastness of space, each celestial body unique,

A spark, they say,

In an instant, creation unfurled,

A narrative of fire, spanning epochs.

 

Here I stand,

A creature of the cosmos,

Marveling at existence,

Questioning,

"How Great Thou Art?"

 

Yet,

In this grandeur, I am adrift,

Seeking the essence of self,

Lost,

Yet found in the innocence of a child.

A narrative untold,

Pieces of me, gathered in the shadows of what was never shared.

 

-        SILENCE     

 

The echoes of my soul whisper,

A journey through the broken verse of life,

Majesty intertwined with sorrow,

A search for meaning,

In the quiet…  between stars.