I am not giving up on myself


I have burnt enough for others
Bearing ashes that I do not even own.

I have excused plenty
Without the dab of an explanation.

I have walked home midway enough
To come all the miles back
Just on the jingle of a phone call.

I have doormat-ed the honesty of my skin
And let many to dust off their dirt on me.

I have exhibited myself in the family display-case,
That said- pick me.

I have bowed enough
In the temples
Of Ardaas
Amid the quietness of the mosque,
Before all the still gods.

I have bowed enough.
And, now I stand,
Now I bow down for myself,
Bearing the ashes of my own
Excusing myself for doormat-ing myself,
For exhibiting myself on the display-case.

Recognising,
That I am hardly capable of protecting myself.
How will I protect someone else?

Recognising,
That I have again walked home midway,
I am not giving up on myself.

And I am not ready to surrender parts of my emotions,
I am not giving up on myself.


~Man says




 

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