Belittled

    

    There lies a chasm at the end of this loop.
    This continuous loop through which you're strung.
    Sometimes, you slip through and fall without alarm
    Sometimes, life topples you over in seconds
    Pushing you to the endless chasm with a wiggle
    This happens through and through
    During moments of embarrassment
    Of mockery, of subtle insults, of shouts and screams
    Of being made to feel ignored,
    Unknown and anonymous 
    As a being of no worth
    Of mortifying words of disrespect coloured 
    In shards of rainbow colours 
    That gets thrown upon the little loop that binds you over.

    Then there's another fall.
    Wherein you fall into that chasm, not in slipping moments carved by strangers
    But when you're dragged through and through
    Slowly like a fish struggling in sand cascades
    Broken, bruised, the skin slithering off, smeared with blood
    To the end of the loop only to fall
    Despite the resilience of your resistant scales.

    Who drags you?
    The ones you love the most
    More than the fickle being that resides in you
    Unaware of your worth, the worth of this 
    Reckless, corroded being that stumbles
    Time and again, holding mountains in
    A small chest of pumped blood and 
    Greenish veins
    Mountains that explode releasing black fumes
    Silently and at times violently
    Turning into volcanoes that can hold no more
    But give into their suicides.
    And you mourn, the million deaths.
    The deaths of the million parts of yourself 
    That were born in moments when you felt the most alive
    With beautiful souls that paint the world 
    With their million little colours
    Colours that still thrive
    Pondering over your death.
 

    Dear Reader,

    Hugs to the inner child in you.

    - Vinaya Mary