I am not my mistakes, <br />For I don’t pretend nor masquerade, <br />Comfort can’t be achieved in illusion, <br />Allow the reality to speak to you, <br />Let alone the phantom of the mind, <br /> <br />In the junction of the life, I stand, alone, <br />Where the dawning truth, ambushes me, <br />There’s no shame in my sufferings, <br />Or healing in silence, <br />Grant life as it is, <br /> <br />Yet, I stand alone, <br />Beaten by harsh reality, <br />Enslaved by virulence and enmity, <br />Tormented by guilty consciousness, <br />Withering deep into myself, <br />Dying slowly but ostensibly, <br /> <br />I stand alone, <br />But, I am no prosaic, I am myself, <br />Through mistakes, I unearth self-realization, <br />To forebode, I am not a Fay, <br />So, I am not my mistakes….<br /><br />Poornima Kanasen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-my-mistakes/
