I am not my mistakes,
For I don’t pretend nor masquerade,
Comfort can’t be achieved in illusion,
Allow the reality to speak to you,
Let alone the phantom of the mind,
In the junction of the life, I stand, alone,
Where the dawning truth, ambushes me,
There’s no shame in my sufferings,
Or healing in silence,
Grant life as it is,
Yet, I stand alone,
Beaten by harsh reality,
Enslaved by virulence and enmity,
Tormented by guilty consciousness,
Withering deep into myself,
Dying slowly but ostensibly,
I stand alone,
But, I am no prosaic, I am myself,
Through mistakes, I unearth self-realization,
To forebode, I am not a Fay,
So, I am not my mistakes….
Poornima Kanasen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-not-my-mistakes/
