Ikigai: The Reason Of Being

Sitting inside my room,

I see the thunder whoop to my room.

Desperate rainwater gushes down,

From the opened up cracks and crevices,

And I instantly realise that 

I have to go out and fix this,

I need to rush out to fix that.

The rain is not stopping,

And there is an ocean, I Imagine,

And I am afraid of the depth.

As I go towards the crack,

A shell I form of faith, fragile. 

Piercing all bullet proof jackets

The water finds its way

And I drown happily in my own faith.

Silence, can be heard

Time can be felt  

I row towards the floor,

Sinking inside, it feels harmless.

So, whatever little remains inside,

I blurt out with all my power.

I certainly know that these cracks in the wall

Cannot be filled with my flesh,

And my blood is insufficient. But then too,

I am reaching them anyhow.

If your room is also flooded 

And you are finding it too difficult,

I am dropping a rope of hope, for you.

Remember, It is bind to me

And I am headed towards the crack,

Follow the rope, join this imagination,

I am somewhere inside a crevice,

Protecting the wall, alone.