A Poem on Accepting One's Identity Unconditionally

Written by: Mathirakshana K

Edited by: Ian

Illustrated by: Ilakiya PB __________________________________________________________________________________

“I declare thee a servant of the rudimentary,

the mindless sheep of the ordinary,

a pawn of the honorary.”

I was knighted, by the self-anointed queen,who donned a crown bejeweled with crusty gems,the kind that makes you feel seen,in a reflection of rusty truth. 

With the creak of a glimpse,

at the chunky emerald atop her head,I see chains around me in blinks,rightly royal and shiny. 

‘tis I who enslaved myself, no?Willingly? 

I show what I shouldn’t.

Kneeling at the feet of hers,ooking at that demonic grin of hers,shrinking at every touch of hers.

She sees me cower; my weakness showing at the curve of my shoulders,she notices me waver; my eyes evincing a stale, white fear,she spots me shiver; my hands pulsating with expectations of doubt. 

‘tis what feeds her every breath.When I try to break out of these silver shackles,she hisses and I settle back in fear.When I try to look away from my path,she glares at me into the depths of this invisible cage. 

I let her, let me do what it is that she wants of me.

For I have to serve-That is what I deserve.

Is it not right to let this haze of certainty rule me?When I move directionless,some of me has to be directed.

That is how she lords over me,knighting me with a sense of certainty,giving me the title of enslavement. 

To serve and only serve. 

But why do I still do this,when I can still find myself in this imposition of rules writ in gold?I know.in the deepest of my guts, I know.in the deepest of my qualms, I know.

For she is me.a sheep in wolf's clothing.