My hands were tied to a pole and I couldn’t speak
You see, the only way I could speak was through a language I hadn’t yet deciphered
My days went on, in a shell of thoughts
When out there, was an ocean waiting to devour me
People often stood long enough by the pole – long enough to let the streetlight lick their sins away
Until one of them untied me accidentally
And I traversed within after he ran away, so deep within that I didn’t even know that there was a path underneath my feet
People often talk about the ground slipping from under their feet, but have you ever felt it slipping right back?
And so did the words itching the insides of my body
And the poems begging to crawl into the ocean
And so, I wrote – never stopping once, never looking back at the pole and those delicate strings of a self-made prison;
I took the path not meant for me, but the one I had been meaning to take anyway.
-Nameera Anjum Khan
Day 2 prompt was inspired by the famous and much loved compose by Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken. It took me back to a time when I was still a novice at writing and didn’t exactly measure its importance in my life. Years later, I can proudly say that the person I am today is because of the choices I made, despite the paths that lay ahead of me.
I’ve been confused and lonely at times, but I always made sure that whatever it is that I do, my heart and my soul is in agreement at the end of the day.
Following your heart is easier said than done, especially in a world that’s always out there to complicate things.