SOMEONE ELSE (05-09-2019)

We clothe in appearances
while wearing the skin of someone
dressing, draping the best of what can be seen,
assembling to arrange a semblance
of an outward best and free

Parading over remonstrations,
for this heart is shallow, vain
it tunes to fiddle over naysayers
to complain over reasons
not carved in our niche
We cry over pain caused by someone,
choosing to wallow over wounds engraved—for expectations that hail,
reside and crawl in someone else

Take a minute, will you?
Stop and take a deep clear breath.
Inhale the goodness around you,
feel the naked air touch the pores of your flawed imperfect self,
draw away the disapproval of others,
While, most of us are occupied,
trying to connect and pry
While, most of us bury, hide
in chests and drawers—that we prefer to shut ourselves in,
only to preserve and save shedding
a little of ourself to someone other than our own.

– Shweta Kher

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