assumptions

 This fear in my mind,

It won’t leave.

This ache in my heart,

It won’t heal.

 

What if violence was the key.

What if the blind could see.

What if the deaf could hear.

What if it’s her I fear.

 

Put an elliptical galaxy between us,

It won’t keep us apart.

She’d still find a way.

 

Put a cosmic ocean between us,

She’d sail through the way.

 

United by blood,

Kismet said.

For my own good,

I was fed.

 

In the pit of self-reflection,

I was thrown in.

But from the bad,

Was I ever fully shielded?

 

Was the actions of the past,

A role of a friend

Or the duty of a firstborn?

It’s a puzzle to be in.

 

“When she’s ready”

You said.

Will I ever be really.

Could you ever be the truest friend for me?

 

And if I could stop with these assumptions,

Then this wouldn’t be a mere assumption.

But it is.

 

And If I felt a bit more secure,

Maybe I wouldn’t be this assumptious.

-Manya Singh Patel