You start out as a sapling- a tiny thing so eager to grow.
You cherish the nourishment you’re offered; and you grow and grow and grow.
In time, when they cut you down, you think, “No, this is a mistake. They want me to grow.”
So, you start out again, but this time,
slowly morphing your hands to shelter your head from the onslaught of words that you never thought could hurt,
words you always thought to be pretty;
trodden with footsteps filled with so much memories.
They cut you down again but you, with your naïve eyes and believing smile still have faith that whatever they did was right, offering no directions of your own, whatsoever.
And they cut you down again, thrice, four times, five times and then, there comes a moment in your life when you realize, you don’t need to grow according to them.
You don’t need to have the prettiest flower or the greenest leaves because you realize, they’re going to cut you down no matter what.
Then, that is the moment when you truly grow, no, not with the prettiest flower or the greenest leaves no, but you grow to the direction you’ve always wanted to grow to; defying their logic of right and growing a slightly bit to the left.
You cherish the nourishment you’re offered; and you grow and grow and grow.
In time, when they cut you down, you think, “No, this is a mistake. They want me to grow.”
So, you start out again, but this time,
slowly morphing your hands to shelter your head from the onslaught of words that you never thought could hurt,
words you always thought to be pretty;
trodden with footsteps filled with so much memories.
They cut you down again but you, with your naïve eyes and believing smile still have faith that whatever they did was right, offering no directions of your own, whatsoever.
And they cut you down again, thrice, four times, five times and then, there comes a moment in your life when you realize, you don’t need to grow according to them.
You don’t need to have the prettiest flower or the greenest leaves because you realize, they’re going to cut you down no matter what.
Then, that is the moment when you truly grow, no, not with the prettiest flower or the greenest leaves no, but you grow to the direction you’ve always wanted to grow to; defying their logic of right and growing a slightly bit to the left.
Because, love, the path to the light is not a straight one,
it is tricky, twisted and bent and people will find it ugly, they will find it
ridiculous. But grow, grow twisted, grow bent, grow a little to the left,
finding your own directions because these ‘flaws’ will be the ones to lead you
to the light.
(3am thoughts)
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