I began molting, under
the quivering fall leaves
“It is just a phase”...they
frowned with ease.
I squirmed and wailed;
my cries unheard,
As their chants echoed,
“You loser, you fraud”
I ached, trying to strip
my worn-out skin
But it was too soon, too
deep within.
Beneath my coat, formed
bleeding hues,
A red scab, a golden scar,
all set to my blues.
I paused molting, just
to breathe.
The cataract eyes
yearned to seethe.
Yet gasps were all that
filled the space,
Hardened casing in a
frozen, dark phase!
In shivering cold, my
essence wilted
Half wrapped in condemn,
the ice sky silted.
There, in the dead end,
I found a glow
Innumerable births
later, it is time to show!
That balmy dawn, pain
awoke me fierce!
The cracked casing
unveiled what pierced.
Amidst an angry outburst
of moldy, smelly exudate,
I birthed cobwebs of shame
and guilt on a feminine substrate.
With achy skin, I soared
towards the sun.
The shadows buried digging
claws at me, I shun!
Optimistic, finally
being the cycle breaker…
Only to be vilified by
the mocking deathless social monster.
Slithering off the old,
I journeyed far and wide
To abysses vast, silhouettes
swayed and collided.
Through life’s winding
trails, zigzag I forage?
Woke up to the grim reality,
the glass chamber is a mirage!!!
Old or new, you are
devoured by the Matrix.
Play fierce or succumb,
it is but your choice!!
Life’s allure, the
intricate patterns so hard to conceal,
Shrug off the ego and
let your untethered soul prevail!!
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