She is a paradox: shy yet fierce.
She layers plethora of emotions under her skin,
Solitude is what she seeks in chaos
Yet, she gets scared of being left alone
She is a hard shell which she allows the world to see but not penetrate
But underneath is a storm which kindles
A storm which challenges what she pretends to be
And even then if she opens her locked up soul to you
Remember, she has found her home.
Ask her not to stay, you will hurt her fierce self
Let her fly and sail her way
For she won't tell you this but she fears to be home.
For home pulls her back
Home holds no judgement
Home lets her sink
And she wants to fight past her insecurities
Past everything that holds her back
And someday she will rise
And be comfortable in her own skin!
I wasn't always who I am today. It took a lot of courage to break past my shell. Oscar Wilde had once stated that knowing what you want to be in life becomes a curse because you invariably become that but not knowing is liberating, there are endless possibilities of who you can become. I too didn't know who I was going to be. Today, I realise it was liberating. I never knew i could find my voice some day. Now that I feel liberated,it becomes difficult to remain confined. We need to grow, evolve into better beings each day. We need to grow past the "checks and balances" of life. I remember Fuller here, Fuller has asked us to be a part of a process of this evolving planet. He wants us to be "verbs" not "nouns"! Here is a tale of an introverted me who knew not what to expect from life . ....... I would talk less at school, not attend socialising events, avoid looking at stranger's eyes while on the road. In short, I wanted to be invisible to t...
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