(Poem By : Muskan Mehta)
Sometimes showing up is not required, you should and you need to express what you feel what you want. Whether you want to cry or shout out of happiness like a maniac. It’s all up to you, because it is okay to be the real you.
When I was growing up
All the wise beings in my life
Keep telling me all the time “don’t cry, don’t cry”
And every time I’d cry,
They would tirelessly try
To distract me with something or the other
Instead of making me feel better
That exactly was it is, that makes me feel sad.
And that’s the first time I learnt
How to deal with that.
How badly i needed to distract myself,
And forget the pain I felt
How I need to bury it away
And not to show it to anyone else.
How my sadness was an inner demon,
That had to be locked and chained
How I needed to force a smile
Even with unbearable pain.
How everything was going to be fine
How being sad was a crime.
Later on in life
When I found people to love and adore,
All of them kept telling me
How I needed to express more.
I nodded along,
All the while
Not being able to explain “what and why”!
How I had become accustomed
From distracting myself from the pain.
I tried to make them see
How being numb
Has become a part of me.
But sometimes i wished,
Of telling me how it will be fine
Somebody had ever told me
Everything was okay
To feel this way.
And not to be happy all the time
To cry, to whine and cherish the divine
And I really wish
Someone had told me that
Sometimes it is okay to be sad.
To find our inner self.