Unchartered

Why anyone would think we choose this baffles me;

I mean… we are left manacled in our own skins even after we are free

The morphology of our skins and the eyes through which we see

Torn!

Why anyone would think we choose this baffles me;

I mean… we grow up teased, marginalised and feel unsheltered

We grow quick, quicker than the average Joe

And all because we do not fit a particular mould

Torn!

Why anyone believes we choose this baffles me;

I said we grow but never up-

 It always comes packaged-

The forward and upward distribution of our physical being

Whereas the psyche is left trapped, somewhere in between words:

“usistabane, morphie, what’s wrong with you?”

Why anyone chooses to believe we pick this stream baffles me;

We grow longing for that which was long absent, love

We get to be of age but never without chains

We try, yes we do

We try but the manacles hold us back

We enter into places unchartered, unknown even to those who came before us

Why anyone thinks we choose this baffles me;

Tears, loneliness, internal conflicts- the like

We love so much but cannot trust

Why anyone think we choose this…