A wallflower even before I discovered the word, I don't like reflecting on my ten year old self. I vaguely remember there aren't any warm memories, no memories at all I perceive. But I vividly recall my mother, and her wisdom that helped me, and now I wish to help you.
It was summertime, prior to the vacations. One hot day, when I reached home, I placed my head delicately on her lap, she caressed my hair, I cherished her love and sobbed. She knew, my fragile self must've been hurt externally or internally.
"Boys from the bus said they'd dig the deepest hole and bury me in," I told her, tears wetting my cheeks. Immediately, she seated me upright and looked angrily, I wondered why. "How long am I supposed to stand up for you, you're big now, tell them yourself and stop sobbing to me about petty things," she said, uttering the coldest words from her mouth. Crying stopped and I stared at her silently and sadly and walked away.
A few weeks passed, without any weeping. Until a day when she asked me where my water bottle was and I stood guilty and mum. She inquired more vigorously. I broke down. "They...threw...it...away," I said, "I told them not to do so and it's bad and that I'm not afraid." Then she spotted the bruise on my neck. Disrobing me, she saw many more of them. She had teary eyes too now.
In a worried tone, apologising, she began, "listen, son, I told you to stand up for yourself, which you did and I'm proud of you. But there's more to it." Wiping off my tears, grinning, she continued, "When you think you've toiled enough and everything's still a mess, ask for help. Being helped by someone doesn't make you weak. Relying solely on their help does. Everyone isn't the mighty sun that can drive all the darkness away alone. You see, even the moon needs the stars to help light up the night sky. Don't hesitate from reaching out to people when you desperately need them. It's okay to be the moon. I want you to be the moon, son." Silence filled us for a few moments. I did not say a word. I was speechless but happily, because of the knowledge I gained.
My father complained to the school authorities and had those miscreants fixed. I never saw or heard them again.
I don't necessarily know if the implementation of it has helped me live better but it definitely has comforted me to know that being the moon can also be the right thing to do.
And. That. Matters. To. Know. What. Is. Right. Matters.
Fraternities are not ornaments of a weakling. Everyone requires emotional or physical support at some point in life, and it's the finest thing to ask for some of it.
When the dark is too thick for a lantern to drive away, it's better to light up two. In no way is it demeaning to be the moon chaperoned by the stars.
The cliché of trying until you succeed is incomplete, let me help you here; try until you succeed and when you've tried sufficiently, try differently.
If Being The Sun Is Too Exhausting take Pride In Being The Moon
In a sigh is where you'll hear her tears Sacrifice held in the folds of a melody Beneath the shade of mahogany lashes Solace bequeath versed poetry Lilies laid at rest upon the softly turned earth Her name lost long before Amidst the to and fro of the ocean waves As the moon plays with their emotions
You see her nakedness with raw beauty, a warm flame until the end Her shimmering glow finite Only a memory to journey past Dancing till her last breath dawns Her final sigh hushed by molten wax Extinguishing her light completely
Parody of "My Favourite Things" from "The Sound of Music" (And yes, I added just one more stanza, couldn't resist) Published by: Williamson Musics Composed by: Richard Rodgers Lyrics by: Oscar Hammerstein II
Archaic English Words Used: Hark : Pay attention to; listen Hither: To this place Aye: Yes Halt: Stop; Pause Pray: Please Sweven: Vision, Apparition Eventide: At the end of the day Eyne: Eyes Prithee: I pray to thee; please Natheless: Nevertheless Inly: Inwardly Methinks: I think Mayhaps: Perhaps Erewhile: Until now Agone: Ago
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Aye, even during this crisis, we all sing our sad song, but erelong we shall overcome this. This too shall pass.
*A piece I wrote about being in a cult. Not from personal experience.
They will speak with the most elegant of words. Will seem so happy that you joined their lovely family. You will believe that all you were taught is absolutely absurd. Little by little to digress to the lowest form of fear to be associated with misery.
Under the spell of the demented you shall be convinced to kill because it's God's will. Plenty of help to cover up the crimes that you now know to be obedience. Demons are standing in the back, laughing hysterically, enjoying the thrill. Living life as a trash rat but all that you see is radiance.
They will break you down until you no longer have freedom and you'll insanely not want it. The only hope is to come to your senses to one day escape. Brainwashed to the point of not knowing which side is wrong or legit. This so called spirituality starts to erode the heart as it suffocates.
Under the spell of the demented I hope that no more fall. Some of humanity can be the most vile of creatures. There are certainly better ways to hear more healthy mystical calls. Show the world a clearness to a newness of a true you to be featured.