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Breathe….Breathe…Breathe.

You strong little soul

You have had worse before

You endured inflictions worth eclipsing the present

Breathe – you have proven to be stronger than this

  But, I do not know what my threshold is

Am I letting myself get hurt even before it becomes unbearable?

Or am I redefining my threshold to be higher?

Is it trivial for others but mammoth for me?

Or is it painful for all?

  I remember the first time I saw my teddy bear

He was soft, cuddly, white and warm

All I did all day was play with his furry hair

He was always my buddy in the storm

  I remember the taste of my first chocolate

It was rich, delicious and glorious

I never did stop and I ate and ate

Until the empty packets made my parents furious

  I remember learning the first letters of the alphabet

I learnt…

I remember the first time I saw my teddy bear  He was soft, cuddly, white and warm All I did all day was play with his furry hair

He was always my buddy in the storm

  I remember the taste of my first chocolate

It was rich, delicious and glorious

I never did stop and I ate and ate

Until the empty packets made my parents furious

  I remember learning the first letters of the alphabet

I learnt…

He is You. He is Me.

  In a vast ocean comprising of screeches and of screams

His voice made no more difference than did a whisper

Wanting his world to no longer be a tragedy or a blunder

Was the only aspect taking home in His thoughts and His dreams

  He tried to cause an uproar or raise an alarm

Only to go unheard in the politics of bureaucracy

He could do nothing but watch rather helplessly

As yet another child…