Let the Walls Crash Down

 

 Let the Walls Crash down 

By Deborah Sharma

Mother, Wife, Daughter,
Roles that I perform
but my purpose is Me.
My self-compassion is mistaken
for undeserved self-indulgence,
by a disapproving society screaming,
“How dare you put yourself first”
Still, I hesitantly open the lid of my box
and gingerly peek outside
into a new world
that really isn’t new,
it’s the same world
filled with new possibilities.
I’m stripping off the labels,
bare skin melting with soft heart,
I’m losing the layers,
Let the walls crash down around me
and free me from my stale confinement
blossoming into untethered nourishment

- Deborah Sharma