A community hall and an artist's alcove share a wall inside your heart. The speakers in the hall keeps repeating the rules of the society over and over again on full volume until the same words starts echoing off your soul. The alcove stays quiet. Behind her doors lies the world of your dreams. She knows you'll knock soon. She knows you. She is you.
How does it feel, living a dream that was never yours? A dream that you didn't cradle in your arms, didn't live your whole life while holding her hand for the first time? You are just walking on a path that millions of others have walked on before. The speakers from the community hall are still blaring inside your head, and your lips are just chanting along, for you never learnt any other language.
Your alcove stays abandoned, waiting. You don't recognise the other side anymore. You want to push the doors open again, live a little. You don't have the keys. You dropped it somewhere on the way where it got kicked away by the million coming behind you.
You go back to the community hall. You aren't alone here. There are a million others just like you. Your lips start chanting again, it's muscle memory now. Time and again, you do remember you have to find the key, you look for it for a while. But the door remain shut, and key stays missing.
-Ish, chanting along the dread while looking for the dreams...
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A/n
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About this poem, it's something that I've been struggling with, choosing my dreams or choosing a career path that's easy, that's deemed "safe" by the society. Feel free to share what you think, what you'd do in this situation?
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