Stay Calm, Through The StormA Poem by Tanushree
A question oft repeated by those of my acquaintance,
Is a question that I have no answer to A query that to my mind, fails to make sense And one that in itself questions my existence Life is beyond being perfect, And I cannot come to terms with that Yet, the beauty of it all, is that I still am, not perfect at all Never valedictorian, Never once the sports captain Maybe I will brush Editor, But to that there is no warrant And yet, when life comes full circle I believe I will find myself telling everyone, and myself That these are the things that I love I have doubted myself over these years more than anyone else could, I have doubted my love And I have doubted my passion It is only now that I realise, That all of this, Was in actuality a disservice, To myself, and my own heart Yes I have wronged, I have wronged those who love me, Above all, I have wronged myself A countless times to zilch And yet they have continued to love me It is because of them that I have come to know the precedence of love over all All, and not just evil Now I do realise too, That to love something with full force, Always requires not the ability to do the same Because, after all, you learn to love by accepting your flaws Because, after all, you love someone because they've got something you don't As I draw a close to this chapter of my life, And look forward to the multitude of those that lay ahead I tell myself to take in my stride, these 15 years that I have lived Because these 15 years will never come back, Because time overrules everything Because it is here that I learnt, "Love makes me stronger, And hatred makes me unstoppable." © 2014 TanushreeReviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 27, 2014 Last Updated on September 27, 2014 Tags: discovering yourself, teen, teenage AuthorTanushreeIndiaAboutI am Tanushree. Oft addressed as Tanu. Which I don't quite like, thank you very much. I'm 15. No, I don't snort, I write. I'm from the most beautiful country in the world, I belong to India. I harbo.. more..Writing
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