DeepSojourns

The tools that I used For years, carving my effigy I see them now Still cutting flawlessly Yet, the details that I carved Piercing my skin hard They now question me back…   “Was it really what you desired? A perfection attained through scars Were the people actually pleased? By your dutiful gesture Or do they still demand More of your soul to be pierced.”   “Do you see it now? Or you are still blind Was it your conscience Or you acquired a few dictators? Well, may I ask… When and how did they become The proprietors when you were achieving When they could barely carry The weight of you crumbling"   "Do you see it now? Or do you still wish to act blind? Could you recall what you had envisioned? And how you’ve let things unwind You are your own slayer That uncompromising, unforgiving self-evaluator Who happily allowed herself to be ruled Give all of you and yet never be valued."   "Well, now you stand free To delve into theories you buried underneath What you felt and ...

From the depths Of fears that were carved Piercing my skin Through the pain Given by those Whom I belong to  And I also call them mine I hate to confront What I had once witnessed How I perceived my world How effortlessly I let myself fade Now it feels so safe Safer away from myself  For no such betrayal  Would again decorate my shelf.                                                 - VAISHALI