Some days pass with no effort
some days are a struggle
holding one’s fort
without a smile devoid of snuggles.

Floodgates of memories open
guards are down
lost in personal den
hues are dark and brown.

It’s fine to just be
it’s the need of the hour
a pause rather than being a busy bee
ready to give a damn if the whole world is sour.

These breaks
these breakdowns
these maddening streaks
are full of frowns.

Cold and aloof
distance acting as a healing friend
time with self on the roof
becomes the latest trend.

These phases of reflection and seclusion
propel to better insight
pushing towards positive directions
dear ones don’t complain but add to the light.

These fitting time-outs
so real and so brave
undivided attention clears doubts
tears too make their way in waves.

It’s indeed no crime
giving it all a much-deserved gush
it’s worth the dime
this timely refreshing self-care and mush.