Life is not a straight line

Life is not a straight line.

It’s a meandering stream,

Spilling down a mountain with no regard for direction or destiny,

Gurgling its way this way and

that way and back to

this way only to go that way.

Life is an unpredictable arrow

Surging forward with an enviable precision,

One that fills me with hubris

That promptly breaks to pieces

As I’m then yanked off track so hard

I get whiplash.

And in that hard jerk is a gentle tug

To release everything I am holding on to:

The image that does not match the face in the mirror,

The vocation that awkwardly fits the talents unfurling inside.

I unclench my fists and exhale,

Feeling my warm, wet breath dissolve into the space in front of me.

In the surrender is my release.



About Archana

I'm Indian and Canadian, and many other countries in between. I read comics every morning and believe the world could do with slowing down.
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