For ages, I’ve marvelled at the expanse of stars,
A shimmering blanket draped around the world,
Made of fabric so exquisite,
There could never be another–
And yet, it is proven there are more like it.
More worlds, draped with more blankets,
Made with fabric much finer, and better.
For ages, I’ve wondered about my purpose,
Whether I’m meant for a series of disappointments,
Never admired, never an inspiration, nor the muse;
One failure after another,
I’d try again, but what’s the use?
The voices in my head aren’t kind to me–
Questioning my existence if this is all it could ever be.
Just for a moment, I let my mind waver,
Thinking how lovely it must be
To be one of those shimmering stars,
Woven seamlessly into the net of universe,
Amidst nebulae and galaxies and quasars.
But I’m an insignificant mortal, nobody else–
I don’t inspire the same admiration as a celestial object.
Perhaps even in my insignificance,
I’ve caused butterflies to create hurricanes,
I’d like to think, just for a moment,
If I had never come into existence,
The world wouldn’t have been the same.
After all, am I not made of the same essence
The impact of dying stars leaves behind?
Many lives would be better, perhaps,
If I was never subjected to living mine,
Then again, this is all conjecture–
I’m made of the same stardust as you,
With a heart that’s beat, but beats the same as you.
I may be insignificant, it’s true,
But someone told me once, “There’s a cluster of galaxies within you.”
~© Shubhangi Srinivasan.
Today, I feel like I am insignificant, and that I have no purpose in life, and I’ve had multiple reminders of the fact that I am still single and unmarried. And as if it wasn’t enough to throw those things at my face, I’ve also been pretty burnt out by everything but writing, lately. It’s hard to keep going with adulthood, for so many reasons. The biggest of them is that nobody seems to think I am enough, whether it’s at work or at home. It feels like everything I am doing is simply being overlooked because I don’t have time for the rest. And it’s been hurting me for the last couple of days. So I just decided to channel it all into poetry instead of following a prompt, today.
It’s personal, and I don’t really have a lot to add to my post today, so I’ll keep it short. But let this poem be a small remider to you, whenever you feel the way I am feeling today. The butterfly effect is always real. Your life affected someone’s created a chain reaction that wouldn’t have started if it wasn’t for you. Bad news, it includes the bad things. But good news, it also includes the good. I guess I wrote the poem more for myself than for anyone else, but hey, if it helps.
Anyway, see you tomorrow with a brand new poem, and hopefully in better spirits.
Yours truly,
The Shubhster.
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This has been day 14 of 30!
See you tomorrow?
Cheerio! Xx
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