Transition.

I wrote this poem addressing patterns and habits of self-destruction that we practice every day without thought, like moving from one task to another and not taking time to rest because we sometimes believe we don't merit rest. Or even comparing ourselves to people who are completely different. And wanting to rip off parts of our uniqueness that truly make us whole, just to conform to a monotone society.

We give these patterns and thoughts power, and we can also take that power away.

As I am currently transitioning from high school to college, I find that it is easy to fall into these patterns. However, I've learnt to focus my thoughts and attention on other things. It's completely normal to feel both terrified and excited at the prospect of change, but I've learnt not to let that fear overshadow my excitement.

A simple shift in thought process, mindfulness and staying present in what is in our control can help in breaking a negative routine.

I hope this poem resonates with you in a way that helps you identify these patterns and take their power away.

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There exists this void,

It is insatiable.

And it will eat at your skin,

Like green bubbly corrosion,

Pain clings persistently,

Feel the hypothermic chill of the rust,

Even as it runs to cover your body,

crystallising your essence

in a bitter ice.

It comes and goes as it pleases,

Yes- it is the same rust that clogs your heart,

And allows your inner voice to tear your flesh

to disfigured shreds.

When it's gone,

Pick up warm glue

to patch your limbs,

And when it comes again,

Say “no”.

Say “no”-

Even though it is now familiar and routine,

Scream

from the patchy tissue of your heart-

“I will remember and not forgive”

Allow it to disappear

even if it's a familiar feeling and fear,

“I will remember, but I’ve let go. You are not a friend, you are a foe.”

And beware:

for it will rip away a part of your heart as it leaves,

for no matter the pain it gave you- 

It was frequent, routine and constant,

But let go of that corroding acid rust now,

Keep a distance from it.

And let the collecting weight slough off your brow,

Watch it wither away without your warmth,

A crack and crumble into dust,

Don’t let that familiar feeling near.

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XOXO
Vidhi Dasani :)