NEPENTHE

Lucky Ring

A little blue circle of plastic,

I found it at a little flea market.

The red design on it's signet,

And its quiet simplicity endeared it to me.

It cost just ten rupees,

(Who knew magic was so affordable?)

It felt cool to the touch, and smooth and lovely,

And I loved twisting it round and round,

On my once-lonely ring finger.

Whenever I felt bored, I would just look at it,

Admire its glossy finish, its pretty design,

And twist it around over and over.

On days of exams, quizzes and contests,

Of social gatherings and parties,

(Where I usually just want to hide away,

Where my confidence burns into disintegrated chaos,

Days I hated myself, days I wished I was somebody else,

Where I am terrified that people are staring at me,

Judging me with their cynical eyes),

I wear my little blue plastic ring of luck.

Turn it around 3 times, say a prayer,

And my fears sublimate into thin air,

Perceptible, but not overwhelming.

People's eyes are just people's eyes,

Human and flawed and insecure like me.

And I am me, a magnificent, one of a kind piece of art.

And exams are just questions that need answers,

(Isn't life itself just a long, unpredictable exam?),

And contests don't have winners and losers,

Just people who have fun and tried their best.

My little blue plastic ring, clinging like,

An adorably blue koala onto my finger,

Always, always egging me on,

Making me feel as if I was the luckiest woman alive.

Years later, reality crept back in.

Magic is real only in Harry Potter.

(Felix felicis isn't real)

The ring was just a creation of plastic and human ingenuity,

Not wrought by fairies or nymphs or goddesses,

You see, I realised it much later,

The ring wasn't lucky, the ring wasn't magic,

It was me. I made my luck happen,

By believing in myself.

Thank you for reading!!!!💖💖