I list items down,
and then manually
Alphabetise them.
Not convinced,
I filter them again.
This time based
On length.
I sigh.
Content with what
I achieved as I
Sat and laboured through 14 items;
3 starting with an S
And 2 with W’s.
My therapist asked me to
‘Count my achievements
And to bask in its
Glory’.
One step at a time,
She said.
I pick up my phone
And decide whom to
Share this happiness with.
Of course, no details, but
I’d feel better if I spoke
To friends
‘With whom I shared moments
I loved to recollect’.
But those were moments,
I had protested.
The person was akin
To the walls of a cafe,
Or grains on a beach.
It was the coffee,
Or, the distant waves
I enjoyed.
Not the company.
Friends are integral,
She had maintained.
I scrolled past S,
But couldn’t find anyone.
Compulsion pulled
At me. I grimaced and
decided on a classmate
I frequented the
College canteen with.
6 rings and I heaved a sigh.
No answer was good.
He was busy, or perhaps
The ringer was off.
But something
Nagged at me.
Would I answer,
If I saw his name flash?
A resounding No echoed
Which I forced to
Quieten down.
‘Do what you enjoy
Instead of something
You don’t’.
So,
I list items down
And then manually
Alphabetise them.
Ho-Hum 