Answerless

He asked, “It has been years
things changed,
yet your gloom stuck
Why?”

Answerless, Mum
He queried, “You must have had
Opportunities,
Escape routes to happiness
Why not?”

I looked at a mirror
into eyes – clueless
What else had I missed
What all my armour tackled?

Protecting, I hid
A cocoon, my shield
no opportunities trespassed,
just a light knock

Afraid, I stood in
apprehensive of a new wound
and there I stuck
With all the melancholy I had.

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