A Hazy Path

Aanya Das,

13 yrs old.

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A poem about feeling lost and mentally trapped, struggling with self-doubt and fear of failure, but ultimately realizing that the confusion is temporary and hope and a way forward still exist.

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A Hazy Path

Walking along this path of haze,

I had to slow down my pace

There is no sign or trace,

Of something to chase

I am stuck in this maze.

What is there to face?

I can’t win this race,

For I am caged

My mind is fazed, not in the right place

I can’t escape, I have failed

Who knows how long I’ll be in this primitive state.

Life never warned me of any fog,

Perhaps I forgot to check the weather log;

Or I am walking on this path where I don’t belong;

This path is so long.

My head’s twisted into a knot,

I can’t seem to connect the dots;

I can’t see a clock.

How far have I gone?

Walking on this path,

Makes you steady for attacks;

The road’s not flat,

It is full of traps;

I don’t even have a plan,

How can I go back?

I don’t know,

There aren’t any open doors,

Things aren’t going in a smooth flow,

Why am I being so slow?

Time won’t wait for me anymore

Am I this close?

At this rate,

I’ll never make it till date;

My mind’s on a different blank page,

I can’t seem to shake;

Why am I always late ?

Or why did I wait?

For the perfect moment that never came,

That feeling of guilt is grave;

You have to start to be great,

Will this ever happen someday?

This path is a never ending loop,

If only I could find a broom;

To dust off the gloom and doom,

And make room

For the light to loom and bloom,

But that wish will never come true;

How will I move?

While everyone is doing okay,

At least that’s what they say;

Maybe we all experience the same,

Maybe we can win this game;

We can get rid of this pain,

I  just need to be calm and find a proper aim;

Maybe I was looking at the wrong way,

We all go through bad days;

All I need is a simple ray,

To remind me that this path of haze;

Is not my fate,

And there is an open gate

Waiting for me on the other side of this place.