There was resilience
pouring from the skies that day,
not in the form of rain
but in the form of dusk.
Black, the colour that always
allayed my restless mind,
had come to my rescue.
Tides and tides of ‘what ifs’
inside my mind, kept drowning
all the hope that was hiding,
beneath the remnants of failure.
I took a deep breath,
took the steps I had once learnt
to overcome this anxiety,
and I let all the possibilities sink in.
I closed my eyes, and let the darkness wrap itself around me,
like a blanket of security
and as the dusk broke the light
to a million red and yellow strokes across the sky.
I nestled in the arms
of the night, and watched time pass, as I waited and waited
for my dream to come true.
Somehow, the silence,
made me believe
that it’s all going to be alright.