A Journey Of Acceptance
By C Rachita
Stepped out of home
wrapped in a delightful garment
felt covered in confidence
“look at your glorious eyes!”
someone said passing by
and my face flashed a glowing radiance.
Walking through the streets
the known faces smiling at me
and how beautifully were they enunciating
words of warmth and adoration for me.
“Look at that bright face!”
a voice said, smiling fondly
soaking up all the affection,
I walked back home happily.
as I removed my coveralls
a sense of all the credence falling down, creeped up
looking at the mirror
with every scar coming to light again
the smile faded away piece by piece
with every mark that uncovered
the courage to look in that mirror diminished.
The scared, the insecure mind came back to life
the eyes could not meet the ones
standing right in front
I hated the departure of that glow
the face of the chirpy little soul
being replaced by a face so blunt.
My visage wasn’t perfect
the discomposure of body here and there
were gigantic flaws in my head
“Cover up with a capacious cloth,
go hide behind them.” my mind said.
Every day was a fight, the same old fight
but also something I desperately wanted to win
emitting hate had been for too long
holding onto it for any longer felt like a sin.
All those words of admiration
for once I wanted them to be my own
the desire seemed so lustrous and agleam
yet the journey to that, dark and unknown.
Weakly, I looked back up
still engulfed with self-doubt
managed to look into the eyes
staring at me upfront, wanting me to shout.
Should fear and angst even be allowed
to eat up my entire being? I pondered
How beautiful was that person,
who came in here, smiling. I wondered.
And so I knew that everyday
a little battle I had to fight,
so when the mirror would reflect my glowing shine
how magnificent would be that sight!
By C Rachita