Hemingway once said, “Write hard and clear about what hurts.”. Agreed. Our emotions are extremely heightened when we suffer a blow. But life is a game of juxtaposition, of myriad highs and lows – neither of which can truly assuage the other’s grasp on our disposition. So today, I am going to write about what makes me feel alive, what crackles on the surface and dives deep with the frequency of a tuning fork.
Shrouded in denials
And elusive games, I
Was preparing to fly. Soar far
And high.
A lick
Of the future
Was enough to topple
Me. Ah! the magnificence of
The heart.
As the
Ground rushed to meet
Me, embracing winds peeled
Off the inhibitions. Tempted,
I smiled.
We cling
To our pasts for
We know what we want of
Our future. All immersed in ours,
I am.
At first,
there was nothing.
Then I tumbled head first
All limbs and emotions. Now I
Know not
How to be, devoid of that love,
I let course through me. What
Else would I be?
But this.
This new
Self that knows no
Bounds. This new thought, dauntless
And swift. A ricocheting orb
Of hope.
– Meera
The Life Stories 