Having To Fight
You will have to fight to survive
Whispered the guardian angels
Watching over me
As I was swivelling in between the folds
Of consciousness lapsed in deep sleep!
You will have to fight
Even if we will be by your side!
My soul woke up, bloomed into a hurt heart
And it whispered back,
Why should I fight for it
If such is not what was chosen for my fate?
Pray, I would accept Death even if such was what was
Deemed best for me
I would accept anything except having to fight
For that which was never destined for me!
Why should I fight?
Is Life on Earth a battlefield?
Are we to fight for survival, for love, for security?
This is getting way too heavy for my frail stature
Guardian angels, muse of my poetry,
This is getting way too heavy
Pray, if life, or love is not meant for me
Then may I denied of it!
I don't believe in fighting for anything
The blinded and the unawakened fight,
Guided by their senses, by their egos
They fight for that which is transient, for that
Which is temporary, for that which turns to shadows
They fight for that which is not to be fought for!
Why, after all, Existence remains a mystery
Of our purpose here in this world we still have no idea
Struggling have I always been with life
And with everything that makes it up
Ever since I first dawned
Yet, I always held out my palms in resigned submission
To whatever life has to give me
I'd rather crumble, die, shatter into nothingness
Than fight!
Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon | Year Posted 2019
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