Coming out
It's easier to live confined,
Confining oneself within 'boundaries'-
Where the 'you' have withered
And has got transformed
To someone unknown to you!
And you forget even
That another you ever existed.
It's easier to be inside the walls,
It's easier to live in false impressions,
It's easier to be in denial of facts,
The facts, that's never considered for assessment,
The facts, deliberately avoided for 'peace'!
It's easier to rot in the nasty ruins,
Than come out and shout-
That you were in ruins,
Or even acknowledge it.
And you need more than courage-
To stand up for yourself,
And step out…
It's not free air outside,
Instead the heaviness of denied 'facts'
Fall like a humongous old tree, with a loud thud.
You go deaf, blind and insane!
Maybe you realise you were those.
Loneliness start to nibble you-
But reality stays that you were
Lonelier ever before, in an even more pathetic way!
But then you finally could see,
Listen and respond as 'you',
The lost you regained back
In a whole different demeanour.
Yes, still there resides a spark of fear,
The fear of unfathomed disownment-
It's a part of being you…
Better off than the residence in ruins.
You see beyond confinements-
Realising the vastness of life.
True
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