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NOT YET A WOMAN

*Found this piece of work in a very old diary*

In the transitional stage of growing up from a girl to a woman,

I am still struggling to get my very own moment.

What is this deep unfathomed sea of emotion in me?

I dive in deep in search of the depth of the deeper meaning in me.

The rules and customs have chained my feet to the ground,

I wait for the stance to make myself proud.

I vow to endure the pain with grace,

Someday I want my light to beckon and ace.

I vow to soar the sky not cry,

I vow to spread my wings not sigh.

Some days I try to accelerate my pace, to get over this phase.

Some days I burn like a firefly with passion,

Rest days I dwell into an unknown state of compassion.

In the on-going process of self acceptance,

I am trying to understand this emerging absence.

Some days I wonder what am I destined to be?

Some days i wonder what the fate has in store for me.

In the transition from going yo from a girl to a woman,

I want to explore, grow, reach the highest peak and be human.

 

 

If-

A truly inspiring poem by Rudyard Kipling titled “If”.

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Source: A Choice of Kipling’s Verse (1943)

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

It’s been a long time since I’ve posted something. “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost is very close to my heart. Various thoughts can be associated with it. I would love to read your interpretation of this poem in the comments. Much love!

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.