The Thieves that Set Me Free

Something had been bothering me for the last two weeks and while glimpses of sunshine were coming and going, today finally a veil lifted and I saw that what had appeared to be a problem (or catastrophe) in one way had actually opened up a lot of more possibilities for me. And of course it had also done some timely slashing of my ever inflating ego (something that always hurts but then also makes us more free and less caught up in our own tightly concluded identities). I just wrote this poem in acknowledgement of that ‘blessing in disguise’.

I walked on wearily 

I walked on slowly

I walked diligently

Towards goals I had set for myself

I held on firmly

I grasped tightly 

I carried responsibly

My important items and resources

I had worked hard

I had worked sincerely

I had worked tirelessly

To build my bundle of items

And then the thieves came

They stole those items

They busted my ego

And they ran quickly away

For a while I cried

I lamented

I cursed God

I cursed myself

Then I played victim

I blamed the thieves

I blamed society

I pitied myself

Eventually I got bored

Of crying

Of blaming

Of self pity

I realized nobody was coming

To rescue me

To dole out justice

To babysit me

I looked around me and asked,

‘What else is possible now?’

As I started walking I realized

I could hold my head upright

My legs moved faster

My hands were free

Without the load of all those items

I could skip and run with ease

I could pluck fruits and flowers along the way

I could enjoy the pretty scenery

With my ego beaten and gone

I was not tied to the path anymore

The goal had no grasp on me

And I could wander as I chose

The thieves came back

Apologetic and ashamed

They gave my items back to me

I looked them in their eyes and said

Thank you, for gifting me

A chance to experience lightness

And a universe of possibilities to explore

I gave them back the items

I did not need them anymore

I had found a way of living

Way greater than before

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Published by Ramya Ranganathan

My identity is crafted around four Ps - Poetess-Philosopher-Parent-Professor. You can read more about my journey here (http://craftingourlives.com/ramya/)

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