Survive

It’s half past seven,

As light seeps in to the room,

Rays of sunshine enter,

Through lace rimmed curtains.

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This sudden intrusion,

Makes her stir in her sleep,

A second later,

She turns her body,

First to the left,

Then to the right,

As consciousness,

Waits on standby,

For the right moment,

To seize her mind.

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A few seconds pass,

And she stirs yet again,

This time her eyes sting.

Seconds later,

Dark brown eyes,

Blink sleepily.

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While her mind,

Is submerged in sleep,

Her body is wide awake.

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Eventually,

Her mind awakens,

And consciousness takes charge,

As she gently rubs her eyes.

Groggy and tired,

She sits up at last,

To the pretty sight,

Of glimmering sunlight,

Bright in her shiny eyes.

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A tiny yawn escapes her lips,

And her hand moves swiftly,

To cover it up.

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Then she rises from her bed,

Lazy, slowly, leisurely,

She plants her feet firmly,

On the ground,

Feeling the cool wooden floor,

Beneath her feet.

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She then starts to stretch,

First her hands,

Then her torso,

And finally her legs.

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Fully awake now,

She moves on,

To the next task,

Tying her untamed hair,

Filled with knots.

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She scoops her hair,

Into her fist,

And pulls it,

Into a pony tail.

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Once her hair,

Is tied in place,

She lets go,

Of her luscious locks.

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Long and silky,

Black with hints of grey,

It brushes over the skin,

Exposed by her nightgown.

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As she stood there,

Thoughtlessly,

Basking in the morning sun,

Epiphany struck,

Like a flash of lightning.

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It’s morning,

She realises,

The sunshine is real,

It isn’t a dream.

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This is reality,

Seeped in a flickering gleam.

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With this realisation,

Still playing in her head,

The frown on her lips,

Twisted into a smile.

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She let out a sigh,

Deep and loud,

And quietly, in awe,

It hits her,

The demons have left,

Only light remains,

It’s over,

She survived,

Yet again.

                                       En route to Marina Beach, Chennai. My favourite place ❤                                    Throwback to 2014, when life was starkly different.