THE MINE FIELD
life is a mine field.
you
want to be cautious to avoid pain;
you
take one step and try to place the next carefully,
and
you end up torn by a blast.
life
is a mine field.
I
was so very afraid in my childhood,
afraid
of pain,
afraid
of fears.
afraid
of people of different shapes and faces.
I
crouched low,
tried
to take as less space as possible,
remained
as silent as a shadow,
with
no need, no opinion, no whimper of hunger, pain, fatigue,
just sacredly silent.
It
didn’t work, you know.
the
one place I leaned in tired misery
turned
out to be the enemy camp.
I
learned my lesson.
"don’t
be afraid of scars.
welcome
pain with open arms,
hug
hurts to your chest as long lost friends."
and
go on bravely.
you
have nothing to lose.
this
is life, a battle field.
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