My newest friend.

For as long as I can remember
I've had a few companions
Some have stayed from the start
Or have joined on the way.
Like did I tell you about that time
When I was called fat
The term was pumpkin face
Chubby and round say them
Tears and sorrow say mine.
I made a friend that day
Meet insecurity.
It's been a steady partner since,
Forever with me.
Or about that other time,
of lost thoughts and raging hormones,
pimples, and blurred focus.
I made a friend then too,
Say, have you met self-doubt?
It's existence the only thing it didn't have doubt of.
Adamant chap that; trust me, you'd rather not know.
Oh, and along comes the third one,
stronger than your soul this, and friends with one and all.
It is like a mathematical object; it's sound and all that,
You may think its two face, but look close and you'll see three.
Round and round, slippery and hard.
You probably spelt it wrong, its not with an s and p;
Meet fear.
Might seem small, but you really wouldn't want to judge;
It's influence is that strong.
But my favourite, is my newest friend.
We've known each for a while, but I've snubbed it all this long,
It met me in a dark room, while I was with the other three,
along with fears brother tears,
and insecurity's cousin- inhibition;
Oh yes, and the ever-gorgeous couple; fragility and vulnerability.
It was dingy and drab.
Suffocating and sad.
But oh! How she had come and lit the room!
Was it the elegance in it's poise,
or the vibe in general?
I remember not!
But she walked in like a candle,
And lit the room in no time,
We flicker every now and then,
but her friend Trust is there, to sort our little troubles.
The other's still hang out with me,
But she, she is ALWAYS with me.
I want you to befriend her too.
Friends,
Meet Faith.


Comments

  1. lekha v menon2 March 2018 at 19:42

    Woww sukanya ! This one is a class apart ! You have captured it all so well.. these are our constant friends.. the concluding part is just awesome.. !

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