A Life, There
A splash of liquid…spoiled cloth…
Locked up restrooms, and someone directed,
A simple direction to a covered area…
An enclosed area where the artists were changing dresses
As they were getting ready for a show.
Inside, someone was already there, changing
I was standing, dumb and frozen,
Not knowing quite what to do…...
A silenced pause and anger were growing inside
Not sure, how to egress with that feeling.
On that rather uncomfortable moment
She stood up, a sharp, tall figure,
She told me to carry on…. with softness in her voice
I was suddenly relieved and tried to forget
That specific moment, somewhat suffocating.
Not sure why, I felt, life is a compilation
Of these insignificant, little moments,
Tiny points of recollection of memory…
Of little or no value, whatsoever.
And I felt, tremendously grateful for having a life, there.
(Source of Inspiration: The Prophet : Kahlil Gibran)
Copyright © Tamanna Ferdous | Year Posted 2019
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