The New Me
The New Me
I asked "let me hold your cup of success,
Take a sip of its contents.
He replied "the heat is too much for you
You are sure to drop and ruin it".
Tears welling up, I turned my face insulted
Determined to make my cup floweth.
What was holding me back till then
I realized was my commitment to
Fulfilling the roles thrust at each stage
Losing myself in the process
Losing the ability to think for me
Losing my independence
Like a hungry tiger, I waited
Not losing focus or patience
The writer in me lying latent
Yet to find expression
Letting the years roll by
As I aged and tasted freedom
And like a gaslighter
Used to ignite a stove burner
The piezo-electric effect sparked
Thoughts combustible into poetry
As I discovered a new me resuscitated
Weaving words into garlands of poetry
Now my cup overfloweth
While yours has emptied
Don't you see, yours was time-bound
In my case inexhaustible creativity.