Veiled, Descending a Staircase

I couldn't be nude.

Even for myself,

They feared my transparency,

My potential.

Yes I am a trainwreck of a person. 

But I'd never wittingly 

Prick a nerve of pain in anyone.

That wouldn't be me.

I was tarnished by their venom

But I took the pain of amputating

those parts off of me

All by myself.

Now I am the REBEL.

But the staircase never ceased.

It took me to severe depths of the mind

And when I tried running back,

There was only darkness.

They hated my thoughts 

For I transcend their boundaries.

Made them love the wasteland 

Admit their "sinful" desires.

My thoughts,

No matter how many times

They erase them,

I write again.

Like a resolute little aloe vera plant

That grows up no matter how many times 

you chop it's leaves out.

But I am still veiled in front of the world.

Hoping to be shielded by that

fragile piece of netted clothing,

From the tyrannous claws of violation.

So please unveil me for once

And listen to the song of my voice.

Hear me, for I am not stunted by them,

I speak for all of us.

For,

I AM THE ARCHITECT 

OF A SHIFTING WORLD.

Today, I randomly said Hi to a senior and she asked me if I am okay (health wise), 

Suddenly I got concious of my looks, I was worried if I look sick, and asked her why she asked that and her answer shocked me.

(It was a different level of compassionate.)

She said she was suffering from an illness, a week before and wanted to make sure if I was okay.

I've never seen someone like her.

I haven't ever felt that bad about myself.

The way people express kindness, it's enlightening.

People like her keeps my trust in humanity intact.

Experiences and conversations like that makes one's life worth living.

A perfect example of an architect of a shifting world.

Shobana Akka of I MA English (2024-26)

You are a strong soul, I love you, I trust in you 

for what you are and what you are going to be.