Monday, January 30, 2017

The Irrational Optimist

I was the one who shined through
The one who wasn't seen but dazzled you
With two pigtails or one
With soda-glasses spectacles that made people run
I had dreams that I knew as the only way to live
I had...have a heart that only knows how to give
I was fiery, I was bold and almost all the times I did as I was told
Until one day, I did not.

I took chances, I spoke my mind
I trusted, when there was no reason to find
They called me hopeful, like it was a bad thing to be
They said you'll be broken, shattered and will never be complete
They said it with love, they said it with care
But to me, all it sounded like was a dare.
To defy what seemed to be a foregone conclusion
To will the Universe to give people a reason
A reason to be hopeful, to believe, to see that the impossible can be!

I failed, I broke, I crumbled, I shattered
Into a million pieces or more, I do not know
All I heard were whispered, "I-told-you-so(s)"
No longer did I dazzle, no longer did I blind
No longer could I look anyone in the eye
I became someone, just another someone passing by
Left alone, with an over-active mind
To sleepless nights and eyes where the tears had dried
To a hollowness that seemed to grow 
To a sense of rejection that in me found its new home
From someone fiery & burning bright,
To someone who was a victim of her dismal plight
I did as I was told, afraid of decisions to take
Unsure of what I thought & of choices I'd make
Until one day I was not.

I was pounding on the walls I'd built inside of me
Screaming out loud just so I could hear me
Me- the real me, the one who didn't believe this is how it would be...that this is how it could be
The one who knew she was worth so much more
And the me who knew she had a long way to go
I opened my heart & I opened my mind,
Found some people, now my people, who are always by my side
It was magic and nothing less
To see angels clad in a human dress
Holding on to my flailing arms
Letting me stumble but never letting me fall
Letting people in was the hardest thing to do
Un-hiding every blemish, every scar for them to view
To judge, to analyse, to comment & to boo
But judge they did not, accept they did,
Embrace actually and with a lot of love to give

And they said I was hopeful like it was a bad thing?
For what was this if not a manifestation of that hope?
Of knowing you are wanted more than you could ever know?
Of knowing you are being watched by some ones divine,
Who'll let you live and falter but ensure you shine.
Who'll tell you the words you've been wanting to hear 
Without you having to ask or shed any tears
Who'll be your strength and also the things you fear
Because they keep it real for you while they hold you near
They'll tell you - you're the irrational optimist & that there's no other way to be
You'd rather be the good one than what the world's gotten used to see.