Tip toed it came to me and sneeked under my covers.
‘coz it was dark I couldn’t see, it’s shape or it’s colours.
It could be mighty as mountains, or tiny as a rock.
But it happens to be with me everywhere; sleep, run or during walks.
No matter how much I run away, I kind of carry it along.
It has become sheer inseparable by being with me for so long.
It shelters me, protects me and lend space for my tears.
It scares me, haunts me and makes me face my fears.
It is nothing to be seen with eyes open wide.
But with eyes closed, it happens to be by my side.
One day I got frustrated and screamed at invisibility.
‘Show up’ I called dementedly.
It played itself in front of me and revealed itself at last.
It came close and whispered to me, ‘I am your past’.