Sometimes people change and becoming contrary to every fibre,
That makes them who they are; often they don't know why either,
My personal journey has led me to conclusions I never thought I would make,
But then again I've had to take choices and chances that few others have had to take,
Can the path we take, be used as an excuse for how we behave?
Can they be used to legitimize our thoughts that are grave?
I chanced upon this troublesome realization on this spring night,
That I have allowed myself to be unsettled severely by the grim in my life,
This is not to say that there is no good; far from it there is good all around me,
And I am grateful for all that positivity,
But when exactly I became this way, remains a total mystery,
When did I start to dislike everything I happened to see?
When did I begin to question the good and accept the bad?
Did I give into some sick fad?
Never was I such a vindictive person, never have I resented so much and so many,
Where is that little girl, who cared little for it all; and who gave plenty?
I suppose she is buried deep inside, hiding away,
There is no place for cowardice in this world, I shall say,
Come out of your frightened stupor and take the world on,
Don't get frazzled by all the wrongs,
The anger, the pain, the regret must all be guided to their long awaited deaths,
Turn the page over and start afresh!
There is no need and there is little use in holding on to it all,
What be the point in re - living each and every fall?
It matters not who likes you; it matters even less what they say,
For you know who you are, clear as day,
The mockers, retractors, abandoners, haters and liars need not rue the day they crossed your path,
You need not wish it upon them to one day be made to feel the pain they caused to your heart,
Life will take care of us all, giving us as much as we give,
That principle is universal to all who live,
Including the ones who broke your heart and spirit,
Leave it be for life will take care of it,
You must simply dance along life's windy course, meandering like a stream,
All the while, gathering and accomplishing each new dream,
Living must be for yourself and no other,
I am at peace and once again I shall return to living life with wonder.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
