Discord

By Sagarika SV

Nothing seems to hurt anymore,

It all seems just fine.

I wonder if it's

melancholy or

satisfaction,

Some kind of peace I cannot define.

Have I attained salvation,

Or have my senses become numb?

Has this got to do with spirituality,

Or is it going to have a different

outcome?

Has my brain shut down,

For I do not feel pain.

No matter what they do to me,

No matter the triggers,

It's

not a threat to me anymore,

From all the bitter experiences,

Wisdom is what I gain.

Is it maturity or is it denial,

Am I closer to myself than ever

before,

Or am I far away from the war of

survival?

Do I love my life as it is,

Or have I become a creature of

habit?

Is it acceptance that I do not

question anymore,

Or is this the society's

outwit?

Is there something too perfect,

Or is it all just a lie?

Who are we to define normal,

When even for the sake of our own

selves,

Our boundaries we cannot define?

So have I become an outcast,

Because I love myself too much?

Is this why my mind questions me,

Because society's

ideas of a good

life,

I often ask it to flush?

Maybe nothing seems to hurt

anymore,

Because I have defined what

should.

Maybe the triggers don

't affect me,

Because I have dealt with them,

Like everyone could.

And maybe peace does not seem

normal,

Because for it we are taught to

wage a war,

And thus there is one inside me,

Because how could I get the

outcome,

Without a little discord?

By Sagarika SV