Rising from the ashes

I was glum and somberness followed,

nothing seem right, every path was hollow.

Strings attached were losing its grip,

moving ahead there was a chance to trip.

Thoughts were mighty and dream stark,

life seem to an end and everything dark.

Away from the world,somewhere in the corner,

a soul was weeping recognized as mourner.

Never did I know that a ray of light will enter,

from the keyhole of room and reach that corner.

Light touched the soul and filled it with life,

Rest seemed to dissolve with an end of strife.

IS THAT SO??

Its like an year passed by, but something is missing.After coming from college I gazed in the mirror for about a minute, wondering who is she? I couldn't figure out what was missing actually? Maybe I have become a bit too lazy and irritable. May be I am not the one I was. Maybe I have lost myself somewhere. Maybe... ugh!! Subconciously, I sat in front of the television and started flipping the channels which usually irritates my mom. Dawdled over dinner.. Finally came to my bed and I hate this part since sleeplessness, restlessness & uncountable thoughts haunt me and overpower me. I dont feel like talking to anybody.. wait.. Was there anybody to talk to?? Anyways, leaving this part and coming back to former one.. Thoughts have always been my weakness, thinking of innumerable things make me feel numb and weak but i can't help it.. Old memories started pouring in as if they were teasing me with a feeling of triumph that they entered despite my effort to stop.. Your every word echoed inside as if it was making me realize what am I... Maybe you are right, I stood up in front of the mirror again.. I could see myself now.. A different me! The world sees it negetively. But is it??