POEM: ENDINGS WRITTEN ON 28TH JANUARY 2024

Endings

Not everyone gets happy endings,

Some just get endings.

Normal, plain, old, boring,

No meet cutes, no cheesy clichés, just boring,

Endings.

Not everyone has to fight with their inner demons,

While they have to calculate in siemens,

The measure of conductance,

In their brains to make their life fall under buoyance.

To not drown.

Not everyone is as important to others as others are to them.

They are just looked at eyes that condemn.

They are not anyone’s priority.

Which makes them question their purity.

Because it was never them.

And then it gets to their heads,

That it will never be them in someone else’s head,

All because it was never them,

They think that it will never be them.

And then they mess up.

Hurting people, they care for,

Which makes everyone else sore.

Making them end up alone all over again,

Which darkens their bloodstains.

Which further strengthens their demons.

‘Difficult to be around’ is what they always heard.

The phase of denial and acceptance goes hand in hand.

How does one accept this?

Even I don’t know because even I am yet to recover from my own demons.

I still have to find my ending,

Because the journey sure is exhausting.

But I will continue to fight.

I will change my ending, 

No matter how many times I have to change it or how much I have to fight for it.

A normal, plain, boring, bland life is not that bad,

With the people who care about you. 

These people never make you feel unwanted.

They always make you feel 'right'.

So, what if some people say that you're 'hard' to deal with,

Scoff on their faces and move on.

If my destiny is a story, 

I am the author.

I make the decisions that determine the plot.

I have the pen.

I have the power over my life.

I am the protagonist of my life.

~Ashmita Acharyya