Poetry

People have different ways of expressing their emotions. Some like to put them on a canvas, allowing their thoughts to flow through the tip of their paintbrush, or though a marker onto the pages of a sketchbook. Others like to share via videos or photographs. There are so many ways one can go through.

But for me, like many others, it has been poetry. I feel like I can express better through my words. I have always loved writing, ever since a little girl. And my imagination has always been wild! Making up scenarios and putting myself in them, well, some say it's a kind of Maladaptive daydreaming, which to say subtly is a little bit of a weird mental state. I don't know what it is that I have, whether a mental state or not, it has always fuelled my imagination and so far has not been injurious to me or anyone! So for me, that is a win-win.

So today, at this moment, after having devoured a delicious cheesy sandwich after a long day of practical examination, and while sipping on a chocolaty milkshake, I would like to share one of my poems.

Usually, I post them on a website known as Wattpad ,which is a place for anyone and everyone who wishes to read or write their own stories or poems. But this 'blogging' feels more intimate and closer to me and the reader. So apart from just posting the poems, I shall also delve into the story and inspiration behind the writing...

There she was
Sitting in the dark corner
Ignored by those she cared about
Tears spilling from those
Beautiful brown eyes
That resemble the wet earth after rain
Those eyes that once held
Hope and optimism
Kindness and warmth
Now shallow and glassy
Like that of a corpse
And she looked 
So broken that
Whispers asked if she could ever
Stand up again
Could she ever be fixed
Shattered into so many pieces
One could never finish counting
But, Oh! They never knew
The fire she held within
That refused to be doused
The flame that ignited when
She hit the rock bottom
That now engulfed the soul
Like a Phoenix
Rising from the ashes
Her soul was taking its time to
Rebirth into
A force that couldn't be stopped
Now she was all that she had
And she needs no one to pick her up
Behold! as she lifts her head up
And beware as you look
Into her eyes for they
Burn like the very fire within
Red like the feathers of a Phoenix
There she is
Standing in the corner
She is both
A holy flame and hellfire
Treat her right and you enlighten
Treat her wrong and you burn

Now for the back story...

This poem is one of my favourites that I have written, not like I wrote many in the first place, but you know what I mean. I tried to give a vague representation of how the world sees a broken person. Pity and sympathy are easily thrown their way, but hardly anyone ever stretches out their hand to help them up. For this girl, it is the same, no hand ever reached out. But she is more than what meets the eye.

I hope to inspire anyone out there who feels shattered and ruined to dust. You are stronger than you think. We don't always have someone come our way and help us. Sometimes, we are our own saviour and no one can save you better than yourself. So please, don't wait for a ray of light to come your way, be your own Sun, emit blinding brightness and show them what you are. Show them that you are not to be messed with. Don't let anything defeat you, because whether the world will be or not, I will be proud of you! You are loved! Don't give up...

Spread love,

Mohana