IT…began
to get restless
within
the confines of its imprisonment.
Loathed
the conventional rules
that
Life strapped it to.
Trapped
as it was, under the mortal debris of cells.
Of
blood. And nerves.
Of
the glittering cloak called ‘Personality’
that
was pruned and conditioned as she grew.
Wrought
to look ‘Impressive’.
Fashioned
into ‘Acceptable.
Polished
to be ‘The Best’.
Actually
duped!
Into
believing that all this was the Key to a happy life.
IT…soon
knew.
Saw
through the sham and make-believe.
And
began to despise its futile existence.
It
tried to revolt. Rebellious…Protesting.
Looking
for a deviation.
To
cut a path of its own making.
Paved
with cobblestones of its own beliefs.
Doing
what it always wanted to do.
Not
having to bow to conformity.
Or to prove itself all the time.
To
be accepted. And understood.
To
revel in the beauty of its own identity.
But
the shackles restrained. Denied freedom.
IT…
was pinioned by the handcuffs of the hypocrite society.
Held
down by the manacles of fake relationships,
fake
smiles and beliefs.
At
times, it did connect.
with
souls that felt likewise.
Understood
and accepted.
Alas,
connections that perished sooner or later,
sometimes
owing to distance.
At
others, conformity to ‘acceptable’ societal norms.
Hell,
even arrogance prevailed in some!
It
was eventually misunderstood.
And
again, left all alone.
IT…continued
to suffer in silence.
Subdued.
Hurt.
But
‘giving in’ to Life in quiet compromise.
Until
it could bear no longer.
Sacrifice
its identity no more.
Fidgeting
and uneasy,
It
tried to pull itself free of the constraints
that
bound it.
Tugging.
Tearing itself to shreds, but not giving up.
In
anguish, it screamed!
A cry of pain that no mortal human could hear.
But
the grief that prevailed,
slowly
swelled. And ballooned
into
a mushroom like cloud.
Spilling
out in torrential exodus.
Spreading
quickly through the length and breadth of the
human
frame that contained it.
Extending
over flesh and nerves and all the interstices,
Until
it reached the domain of Thought.
Suppressed
rage turned it dominant.
It
commanded Thought into action.
Even
Hands conceded to its coercive force
in
mute obedience.
They
picked up……. and plunged!
The knife pierced the skin, drove past the ribs
The knife pierced the skin, drove past the ribs
slicing
the fragile walls of the heart.
The
walls had broken!
The
handcuffs, manacles, pinions
and
restraints finally came off in one
glorious
snap,
Even
as Body shuddered and Voice shrieked in pain.
IT…rose up
from the bloodied confines.
Leaving
behind the effluvium of everything that was human.
Emerging
into the higher realm beyond.
Of Truth. Of
Purity. Of Divinity.
It glowed.
And basked in the bliss
of the
realization that
Freedom was
Life’s biggest lie,
Only
in Death, was IT finally free.
