I cry a lot, but I am productive

The torn papers,

a room in disarray,

tears drying on my face

but the work still gets done.

Crying myself to sleep,

yet waking up to push forward.

Falling apart at night,

building everything back by day.

Is this all I dreamt of?

Maybe not.

But maybe this is how I keep going.

I break, I mend, I create.

Maybe this is just my way

to cope, to heal, to move.

I cry a lot,

but I am so productive. 

                                                                                                                                                       - Deepika