You perch perilously Close to chaos With feet dangling On two edges Of a mountain Your arms are Wings, and they Have been scarred But you do Not know what Its like to Have them cut off And I love You, so I Beseech you to Step back, you Smile and say That this is Not a fight You will ever Back away from.
I watch you As your heart Carries the hopes Of the many Whose tongues were Ripped out, and Your voice rises To a crescendo As the words Fall from your Lips like bullets From a firing Range, they crash To the ground And shatter a Silence that had Become too comfortable Grown too commonplace Now I understand Why you were Willing to stand Even if you Had nobody to Stand beside you.
Tonight, an idea Takes birth in Your soul, and You are both Its father and Mother, your face Is coincidental, and So is the Skin and bones That lie beneath Them, it is A delicate balance Between anarchy and Revolution, a fine Line that you Have become a Master in treading Words are a Rather precious gift And you only Yield them to Speak for those Who have stories To be told But no one To hear them.
You haven’t written to me since days, I hope things are going good at your end. I don’t want to mask this letter in a diplomatic cologne and pretend.
It all started a few weeks back when i had trouble in breathing, and like a normal teen boy i ignored it for a lack of proper routine. It was not until two days later when mum noticed swelling in my throat and took me straight to the doctor.
It might come as shock to you but i have been diagnosed with a stage 2 thyroid cancer. The aura of home have been monotonous since. Mum and dad rarely eat or laugh.
I pose like a normal kid during daylight, but nights come as a holocaust to me. It is really not how they portray in books and TVs , children mock me for my nasal cannula and lumpy throat.
Some are nice to me though but i don’t want anyone to sympathise me or my oddities. I don’t want concerns because that makes me feel like i am less, even when i am not. Is it wrong if a 16 year handicapped boy recently triggered by a rare form of disease tries to live in peace?
I don’t have a grudge with fate. Sometimes, there are drastic changes that happen in a split of the moment, but they can’t be bad only because their impact is wide. Life can still be beautiful, and i try to make it better, little less than good but a lot more than worse.
You once said, things gradually get better even when they are horrific. I hope you wish the same, when it comes to me.
Write me soon.
Love always, Finn.
Ps- All every diseased need from us is normalcy. Let’s fight together.
Reasonable creature , do you think they'll let you break their conventions so easily , like this, like that ! Come on, they've put so much effort in making , raising and protecting those things . You've to try hard , harder ! Hard ! Anyway , Best Of L(u/o)ck .
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