Crumpled Up

I had found my meaning in him I had found the nectar I needed, Or rather, The glass into which I would pour The wine emanating from my soul So as to paint, On life's canvas, colourful rainbows And sparkling bridges To walk through, so as to cross The swampy and tricky marshlands That this world carries! But then, he crumpled me up And threw me in the thrash can Making me feel like I am a mere nobody Deserving not any respect, Meant not to be taken As a flower, even an artificial one, Solidly rooted in a vase, Admired by one and all, as long As I shall be maintained but meant Nevertheless, to be thrown in the Attic, being not of any use, when the time Shall ring at its set hour! I had found my world in him, But now, I wish to give myself A new birth, one which shall spell out That the purpose that I had found Is of no meaning and no use And that rather, I am to use the body that carries me To make of this world, A fairer one, devoid of social ills Tattooed upon its face, being so like An infected abscess, slowly killing it! To say that I have been able to move on Is like pretending the skies turn pink At the onset of dawn But then Do people on Earth live without weights Bearing upon their hearts? Do people ever come here to enjoy of life's pleasures? And if such be the case, Then I shall have to go upon my path As a solo Queen, having an inner strength Given to me by the skies themselves And carrying in my backpack, Cures, needed by one and all Even if my heart shall remain A dark and brooding one! Written on 9th Jan 2021