She Never Learned

by

She was so concerned about being
A good girl to her parents,
A good mother to her children,
A good wife to a husband,
A good cog in the machine,
That she never learned
To just be…
Be herself,
Know herself,
Not as a woman,
Or as a person even,
But as a universe
Of endless possibilities…

Image credit: Feature image generated with DALL·E using a prompt based on this poem and its themes.
If this piece resonates with you and you’re a visual artist, I’d love to feature your own soul-crafted work in place of the AI image.

From the poetry compilation

Happy Hallucinations

More Poems

Letter to her

Letter to her

To the woman I’ve not met yet —First of all: hello!Although I cannot see your face,You’re just a shadow,A barely visible silhouette,An unlockable video game character.I cannot see your smile,The colour of your eyes,Or how your hair radiatesUnder the summer sun.I have...

Your Faith

Your Faith

Can’t see a god?Or a djinn?Angels or demons?Centaurs or Kraken?Boogeyman or Babadook?Vampires or Werewolves?Fakirs of days lost?Ash-clad Aghoris?Or a crimson tongued Kali?Heroes or villains,(Super or not)?Monsters of every kind?Or saviours of our times?Can’t see...

Cold Warmth

Cold Warmth

There is warmth In your cold embrace. Your sweet words are Visible to my naked eyes, As they wrap me up Like a thick fog Covering a beautiful secret. How beautiful you look Adorned with your crown of glacier... Your icy, pale eyes, Hiding a heart full of love – A...

Warrior Poet

Warrior Poet

The heart of the warrior poet Roared in victory, When he won the battle By befriending his mortal enemy – His own self from the shadow realm. Instead of smiting him, He embraced him. For he saw in him His own reflection, The seed of compassion Under the flame of...

Dear Alchemist

Dear Alchemist

What do you do When you wake up One fine morning, Discovering What you thought To be your darkness Was your light all along? When you find that Your frigid heart Has been guarding Kindlings for you And has been Gracefully striking Your hardened Regret and misery To...

Smadness

Smadness

There are days when You wake up to Requiem in D minor, And then fall asleep To the wet wails Of Darbari Kanada. Days that start with Internal Screams, Munching on a heart Static, frozen… As if The yellow corridors of hell, Where Dante would not Dare to venture alone,...

Keep in Touch

YouTube

Become a Subscriber

LinkedIn

For professional purposes

TikTok

Follow me!

It’s a Rik Life

Rik Bhattacharja © 2023

All Rights Reserved