The upbringing you blindly condemn,
you inadvertently mimic,
issuing from your inner self
that you struggle to escape.
An upbringing with hurts and joys,
a disarray of jigsaw pieces
struggling to portray fulfillment and joy,
taking a lifetime to rejig.
Giddiness the mask for pain,
searching for the warmth of connection
weighed down by self doubt,
seeking clarity in one’s life, one’s self.
Overlooking the subtle nuances
of a maturing self that struggle to emerge,
blinded by a panorama of dismay,
while searching to glimpse a ray of hope.