What Awaits

i
remember
being

curious as a
child

wondering
if i
would
grow

up to be

even
half
the
woman

my mother
grandmother
aunt

were.
after all
my
memories

of the past

are
overexposed
with my
mother’s

constant efforts

to
make sure
i
knew

who i was becoming

as a
child
defying
her

was easier than
trying to be

like her
of the
few
instances

that i did give in

i
remember
pulling
away

it is so easy to
categorise

the
various
stages
of

any growing

boy or girl–
child
adolescent
young adult
teenager
rebel

we speak of tyrants

in
our
history
books

tyrants of the past

now
dead
but here
we are

with our tyrants
of the present

a
society
that
is

so busy proving
it has gotten

rid
of
stereotypes
and

yet, induces
new ones

new:
boxes
boundaries
people
to be

maybe it is
time
to move;

and
i moved
to find
stability

in movement

here
we are
in the
places

we never saw
ourselves
being in

never too clearly

but
we wonder
if we
left

behind more to
get less

today
here
i
am

only to realise

stability
must
be felt

like an emotion

it
is
a
state

of mind

goodbyes
may
never
get

easier

but
what
awaits

is always
a
suspense

a
question
mark

is a tad

bit
more
interes-
ting

than a full stop.

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