I know we have not met. But I know you.
Head held high, airpods in,
Gap tracks on, arms swinging.
Walking resolutely every day.
Every day, before you reach the metro station
we walk by each other.
I am the one huffing by.
Hidden silvery scars stretching across my skin
Like a galaxy’s arms shimmering in a starry sea
Storing stress in the fat lining of my stomach
Life, joy and pain in the lines on my face.
I like you.
I look forward to seeing you
Walking every single day.
I envied you your focus, and your speed.
And then one day I saw you stop. Mid-stride.
Your chin almost on your chest. Wilting…
Breathing. Chest heaving.
Holding it all together. Breathing.
As though the act of raising your head
And holding it high
Looking the world in the eye
Just became too much to ask of you today.
It was painful to witness.
I wanted to take you in my arms.
Tell you, ‘It will be okay.’
Possibly a lie,
but maybe it will come true.
But other thoughts came chasing in its wake.
‘I should leave her alone,’
I am desperate too.
I need to speak to someone
whose share of suffering
maybe greater than mine.
Silly as it seems,
I want to feel better in comparison.
To think, ‘Thank God!
Her migraine is worse than my sinus!’
Yet, there is a part of me
That wants my suffering to be unique.
Maybe all we want
As we each lug a burden too heavy
Is to be seen
And perhaps, heard.
You were still standing there
When I neared.
Just then a young woman
Ran by; heels pounding
carrying a whiff of my past with her
She reminded me of me.
You straightened up and strode on
She, obviously, reminded you of you too.
I just realised that I did not even wish you guys a Happy New Year, in my last post! Such bad manners. Forgive me. But better late than never. :). Happy 2022 dear readers. Hopefully, it won’t be a bugger all mess like the last couple of years. This decade needs to get its act together.