Face which need to be faced
In the world of pyscho-ism
Who are you?
Is no more a question to be asked to others!
The urge for wisdom has taken the un-drawn
Path of self-discovery.
The outer race track has been blurred by drive off
Dark tunnel of self!
The bright light of Unbroken glory
Has blinded the sight gathered reliance.
A shining bliss, under the night
Home is defined outside
I am struggling to create within my- self.
The journey from tabula,
To a complete self-hood.
It’s strange some see tabula to be nothingness,
But my heartfelt smile choice it to be, complete!
The same magnetic sculpt bounces within to
Burst up the mirage
To make my-selfhood to be complete within its
Realm.
All this is ended,
A width, a shining peace,
Acceptance of breath,
I can use to speak
Under a woven mirth.
A journey from who-m’.
Author: Sonali Gupta
Glossary: The tabula here refers to tabula rasa, theory that individuals are born with an absence of preconceived ideas or predetermined goals; a clean slate.
Summary: This poem is themed upon mental health graph of lost introvert to self-exploration. Every emotion and experience has something to teach us. The journey of self- discovery through the wilderness of anxiety, spiny pokes of identity crisis, roasted thoughts scummed overhead to a breath in fresh breeze of acceptance and self-love seem to me watching a caterpillar turn into a butterfly.