I wilt.

I wake up with a lump in my throat. Whatever I do, it stays.

My eyes are dry but my face is sullen, anticipating the tears that are yet to fall.

What is happening to me? Why won’t the feeling go away?

Depression and loneliness consume every fiber of my being.

I stare at the floor, waiting for nothing to happen as the clock ticks and time flies.

The bees buzz, flowers bloom, the sun shines as I wilt.


Published by Pooja Sathyanarayanan

Pooja Sathyanarayanan (Poo-jah Sath-yah-nah-rah-yah-nun) is a writer, avid reader and graduate of the M.A Positive Developmental Psychology & Evaluation program at Claremont Graduate University. She is constantly seeking opportunities to understand and create content related to the human capacity to flourish and thrive. In her spare time, she enjoys reading, hiking and window shopping at gift stores.

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