Paradox

By Alisha Mahajan

The uncertainty of it all is daunting sometimes,

So much so that it entangles her soul in a web of lies at times;

Her heart and mind are racing against each other,

With the clock of fate ticking like the drums of a new mother.

A myriad of lies wraps her fragile heart, terrified,

Unable to break past her restraints oppressing the mystified;

Petrified to glow and seduce the limits of her inner universe,

For all she can do is dream inside her pink converse.

The weight of being chained down by the demons of her past,

Unable to rid the boulders of a victim mindset; engulfing her hard and fast;

Sinking into the oblivion, reiterating her moves as a distressed pawn,

Drowning into a cascade of recklessness at the crack of dawn.

Afraid to realize her potential, soar into the horizon, unhinged by self deterioration,

For what if she falls flat circling back to an identity of instant gratification;

Her worst enemy resides within the darkest crevices of her fragile soul,

Intentionally forfeiting an authentic expression of her divine role.

By Alisha Mahajan