CROSSING MY LIMITS
-
Kuli Kohli (India)
We live in the boundary of maya*
that governs our existence,
in my world, it was unthinkable that
I’d be crossing my limits.
I have lived under everyone’s rules and
what was expected of me;
a sad genie in a bottle, I’m dying to
be set free, crossing my limits.
The silent voice that screamed inside
me, a voice suppressed,
unable to visualise the dreams and
goals of crossing my limits.
I sit quietly, I write to express
myself on paper, on my computer;
at times I write all night long,
without sleep, crossing my limits.
A feeling of growing bigger resides in
the words, sentiments I write,
I want people to hear what I have to
say; I’m crossing my limits.
I am hidden behind a dark shadow; I
wish to follow my intuition
that will lead to someone who can help
with crossing my limits.
Someone to show me how to dream, a
mentor whom I can follow,
re-educate me, so I may unlock my potential
in crossing my limits.
I walk over a bridge that takes me
further than my expectations,
I learn to love myself; I give no
reasons why I’m crossing my limits.
I realise now what was stopping me, it
wasn’t society or family,
it was me, my fear of being defeated if
I tried crossing my limits.
*maya
- material world (Hindi)
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