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    Fading Footsteps
    Fading Footsteps
    Fading Footsteps
    Ebook196 pages31 minutes

    Fading Footsteps

    By Hardit Singh

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    A collection of poetry that takes readers through a personal journey of the struggles with depression and anxiety. Fading Footsteps has four chapters that delve into issues of loneliness, self-esteem, anger, and identity.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHardit Singh
    Release dateJun 30, 2016
    ISBN9781311609731
    Fading Footsteps
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    Hardit Singh

    Hardit Singh is a poet and fiction writer from Bristol, United Kingdom. Through his books he often finds himself drawn to addressing social issues where more awareness and understanding is needed. His passion to grow and help others through his writing drives him to pick up a pen and share his works.

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      Book preview

      Fading Footsteps - Hardit Singh

      1. A Moment of No Return

      Our path is never straight

      it meanders

      up and down

      back and forth;

      lessons are learned

      healing transpires

      moments are created

      serve as milestones

      which will never be forgotten

      where nothing will ever

      be the same.

      As a baby I was quiet,

      thumb in my mouth,

      daily curious observation.

      A cheeky smile so wide

      my eyes squinted,

      so natural it came to me.

      A kind gentle boy, a ball of energy.

      My mouth had a mind of its own,

      jokes, sarcasm, and witty remarks

      flowed as free as a river,

      my body danced with my words.

      A buffet, food as far

      as the eye can see.

      A mountain of presents.

      A house full of friends

      running around with delight.

      In the large back garden

      bicycles and tricycles galore

      roaming free.

      Every childhood birthday

      I was spoiled and cherished.

      Nothing but love and warmth.

      Arguments seeped into my world

      until the pipes burst.

      Curled in a ball

      under my duvet

      at the centre

      of my bed

      breathless

      my body trembled

      with fear.

      The safe family fortress was crumbling.

      A day of reckoning

      for the tension-filled years

      where tempers flared

      hateful words were spewed

      my brother and I were

      collateral damage

      innocence ravaged

      it was up to us to pick up

      our own pieces.

      The day my umbilical cord to the heart got torn

      I was overwhelmed.

      Love trickled out of my pores but

      I was too young to understand.

      How is a tree supposed to grow

      if you cut its roots and deny it water?

      Like a brown leaf blowing in the wind

      I was at the mercy of the elements.

      All I could do was close my eyes and

      curl up beneath my hands until this storm passed.

      You did the best you could

      with what you had

      I couldn’t have asked for more than that.

      After you have gone I fear that I will regret

      not being a good enough son;

      I should be making your lives easier not harder.

      Deep down I think about how different your lives

      would be if you had a son that wasn’t

      as weak and distant as me.

      During the summer

      I will never forget

      Unreal Tournament and

      Dr Pepper were my

      loyal companions.

      Like an abandoned

      puppy, limping and

      hungry, I yelped.

      No one could hear me.

      No one came.

      I shut down that part of my heart

      so that I could carry on.

      Eminem was my therapist.

      The sting and veracity of

      his rhymes were soothing,

      a safe place to release

      my anger.

      The words and swagger

      of Jay Z streaming

      through my earphones

      was my

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