Caught in the battle between life and me,
Between where I am and where I want to be.
“Climb the corporate ladder,
You’ll make it one day.”
But they never warned you that your life is made of clay.
Malleable and vulnerable,
You’ll find their riches irresistible.
So you bend, and you break,
Till you get what it takes
To fake all that you are,
For this God-forbidden sake.
Merciless, this race for grace;
Billions shoving for favour in Earth’s little space.
Our eyes see its limit —
The finite space for success stories,
Where one’s victory means another man’s sorry.
Sprinting against the culture’s tide,
We run ahead where no one’s beside.
Our pride carriers us through
The creeping waves of lies.
Pseudo promises, worldly words,
Have we grown louder than the storms of this world?
Have we grown softer than our quiet heart’s purr?
The nagging thought of escape,
The lingering taste of hope.
You sense it beneath your skin,
You’ve seen it from where you’ve been.
The cruel cusses of this world’s demands,
Every fibre of you priming to reprimand
This pursuit for wealth and gains,
That comes in exchange for daily sores and pains.
‘Surrender again,’
You hear your heart convey
To your hands,
To end this strife for meaningless banes.
So your fingers un-writhe gently,
Unveiling the softest story.
The narrative that’s yours to tell,
The metaphors that joins and melts
With your desires and passions,
People’s hunger and society’s fractions.
Live it well, live it loud,
Blend right in with crowd.
In this infinite space for mercy and grace,
May our eyes begin to say,
“To shine in the darkness,
To help others up the ladder,
Because what is life, without another?”
byamandagrace 