POISED
Anvitha Reddy
She stands in silence
almost bliss, maybe serenity
Her soul at equilibrium, it seems
You admire her composure
But like a solitary cactus amidst a sandstorm
I’m alone
Seemingly strong, yearning to be at peace
Swirling, thrusting, mighty winds encapsulate me
Yet, I’m supposed to grin
The howling, demanding expectations hold me back
Depriving my craving of adequacy
She’s smiling
must’ve got praised
Must’ve been told how loved she was
You assume she’s untroubled
Her emotions prying to be released
From the strain of being an
Obedient girl
I’m afraid
That I’ll never make anyone proud
Yet, she’s poised
While the winds
Erode her tranquility away
Because expectations make us stronger, right?