Question Mark

I look into a mirror and I see a stranger staring back at me

What happened to me I wonder

I see my metamorphosis

But only backwards

Maybe it’s the fear

Or the double standard doubts left unanswered

At the far Island of I don’t know

Comes the tsunami of truth

Wiping away the innocence

That comforted the budding dreams

Ripping the safety emotional net

That binded me to my sole

Only to create a blunder of malfunction

Wrapped to fresh and blood

In a framed skeleton on bone

Attached to not giving a dame to what others think

From a social butterfly to a nobody

In utter darkness I find myself

Shadowed to my bickering thoughts

All alone in a bricked life of uncertainty

As I stare into the mirror

Wondering who I really am…

© G. V Raghavasree

These question marks always anchored to our minds. We don’t always see where we want to be in this race. This will not weaken us nor make us any less. Everyone has their own race at own speed limits. Some faster and some slower than others. At the end of the day we are all just racing against our thoughts and fears.

In the process we loose ourselves and sometimes it changes us for the better or for worse. Questions upon questions we pile onto the stack of uncleared mountains. Some answers easier to find and some kidnapped to unexplainable reasons. While some will forever live to be unanswered pestering questions with no answers.