A Chance Meeting with You.
It’s funny how you and I are alike in our vulnerabilities.
We actually have the very same debilitating disabilities.
And yet we are so very different at the same time.
You are a guy, and I mere woman; so feeble I’m.
While your eyes blink and you have a nervous stance.
I sit there with barely an eyelash batting, lost in life’s dance.
With hands as steady as rock that lifts up the glass.
I look into the eyes of your mind—you know I trespass.
Yet inside I am screaming too, just like you are.
I don’t have the permission to speak, its just bizarre.
And true to myself not a word passes my lips, I feel dead.
Not numb, dead, like something’s gone away, has bled
And it’s never going to come back ever, gone forever
I wish I had a rock to stand on today, when everything’s a blur.
But how can I forget I am my own rock, cruel Irony.
As I dash against myself, its me cutting myself vainly.