I used to believe that there's nothing as jarring as the noise of a smothered weep or the silence that follows it

I remember what I had felt a few years back,
 when the poundings of my heart denied rest
when my head couldn't keep up with the world
and, my stomach had the hardest time digesting what I swallowed
I remember going up to my mother
when I couldn't entertain the trouble any longer
because who else would you run to
what she said is still deeply rooted inside my mind,
"This is a phase baby
and this shall pass."
and you know,I believed in her.

There was this another time, When things got fine
I surrendered  to places to seek the solace,stillness had failed to provide
I couldn't be more sane and settled, I thought
I was strolling beside my mother listening her humming
Just when she asked me if I was prepared for my roles now
because who else would take the pain to ask
and whatever she said this time
eradicated whatever was deeply rooted inside my mind
"I hope you'd do that soon because,
This one too is a phase baby
and this shall pass too."

and you know I truly believed in her.

Well as far as I remember, I did play my role too well
and unquestioningly borne with the phases
since they had to pass anyway,
just like the one whom I would run to, did
because how else would they go places.
and I shouldn't say this
but , I  feel funny thinking
if life itself is a phase,the biggest one,we're supposed to be in
and
we're Roses,just when we thought we were Jasmine
and you know,this one time
I truly believe in myself.

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