Twinkling in the darkness,
One night, I thought,
“It would have been better
if ‘O WORD’ you were mute,
Pain, frustration, agony, yearning
would not have affected me.
I would not have suffered
from these sensations
and lived a convenient life.”
Then, another night, a thought arose.
“O Word, you may not have been mute
but deprived, devoid of
the ability to feel and express,
And you would not have that speed.
You would fall and break,
and when
you were ready to voice the pain,
the context and meaning would change,
and I would continue
living within my comfort zone.”
Sleep eluded me another night,
and I kept thinking,
“It would have been better
if you were neutral, impassive.
However, you could have continued
to exist within me.
I would not experience joy nor sorrow,
just a neutral bystander
living the life of a common man.”
Several nights passed by.
Many mornings came.
You kept reminding me of
my obligations, and unknowingly,
my growth and progress,
my breaking and mending, got wording.
What did you do, O Word,
before the dawn that
I once became a life-size mirror,
sometimes a heap of gunpowder,
sometimes a flickering
candle in the darkness?”
There was no back for me
to look back and see that
I have many people
and much work to do.