Don’t Tell

No one told me,
in my haste to grow up,
that adulthood, awash
with responsibility,
would still be lonely.

And, no one told me
that the days and nights
of sweating over papers
would likely not lead
to the life imagined,

nor that commitment –
the kind portrayed in movies –
does not exist – the word, itself,
bearing more substance
than the act – a fickle sentiment.

No one told me that
motherhood – the act
of giving birth – would alter
my reality permanently,
colouring it with unfathomable
pain and joy – such juxtaposition.

And, no one told me that
every battle I ever arm myself for,
regardless of its justification,
is really a struggle with self –
inner demons the most menacing.

I never imagined that age –
with seismic force,
would alter my perspective so –
leave me barren and yet enriched,
enthralled with the ordinary,
and unfazed by the rest.

And, in the end, as I watch
vernal rains announce a new season,
in the quiet of my solitude, I am
amazed and grateful for all
that this crazy, driven life has become,
and that no one ever told me.

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36 comments

  1. This is SO BEAUTIFUL, V.J., and so very wise. There are a lot of things no one tells us — and the most important lessons can only be gleaned through experience, I’m afraid.

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  2. ‘What if’ haunts me sometimes. Life’s choices aren’t always clear and guidance is nowhere to be found, until it’s too late and one has to finish writing that chapter, even if one is in a pickle. “If only I’d known” would be an interesting epitath.

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