Lessons From A Chatbox Bling

Like the words out of a storyteller’s mouth,

Like the vibrant butterfly fluttering about,

She came into my otherwise normal life,

Captivated was I, slowly, steadily forgot my strife.

Made out of strength and exuberance,

Unpredictable but reflecting a little child’s innocence,

With her my conversations never ceased,

Engaging me with her every word and deed.

I didn’t realize the effect she had on me,

Didn’t notice the reality she stole from me,

Until one day, habitually typing, typing fast,

Entered with a bang, my mom looking aghast,

Her eyes so cold I dropped the phone,

She shouted, her voice a traumatizing tone,

“Who is she taking all your time away? “

A friend of mine I wanted to say,

A few more shouts and dead silence passed,

My replies were all in my head amassed.

“Look at yourself, at what you’ve become,

Maybe it’s time you listened to mum.”

I stared at her in repugnance,

All I wanted was acceptance.

She grabbed my phone, never gave it back,

I ran from home, never bothered to pack.

Fifteen years down the lane,

I still think about that day with pain,

Precious days and years of mine wasted,

Chasing a dream that never existed.

If only I had chosen to stay

And lived my life according to my way,

For happiness lies in finding our soul.

Well isn’t it our life’s only goal?