In search of a greater perhaps

In search of a greater perhaps

I stand here and moan,

All I want to do is express my rage and groan

Out of misery, anguish, anxiety, and disgust

I can no longer trust.

Trust that the world is a fair place to exist,

Where I can say that happiness persists

The novel of life writes this phase in every tale,

Even the strongest souls feel trapped and stale.

Society teaches us to sacrifice and keep covert,

To be ashamed of something that is not our fault,

To hide behind the shadows of compelled happiness

When all we want to do is unveil the mask of hurt.

We live in a world that is a very unsafe place to live. Yes, I used the word unsafe.

In this era of right swipes and hook-ups, everything has an ante and every ante has a price.

The price sometimes costs our souls.

Humans are said to be very complex beings, defined as social animals and the most powerful beings on earth. But these very humans are divided into spectrums, spectrums of gender, and sexuality. There are other terms that society bifurcates them in. We are all unique, fragmented pieces of reality meant to forge a special meaning for our existence.

If someone is okay with how he or she is and there is no harm to their health, let them be.

What is society?

Just a predefined group of people. Or the group of people who predefine your life. Society predominantly views us as two -powerful and fragile.

Mighty are the ones who dominate their way and meet their ends, and fragile are the ones who bend.

In the gender spectrum, a man equates to being too powerful, and a woman is a fragile being.

But still a treacherous world for both.

Unsafe- defined as any situation or condition in which a person dreads his safety.

But what do we define as safety, just the safety of your body? But safety is a much broader prospect to talk about. What about the safety of the mind, the safety of your soul? The safety of your emotional health.

In this volatile spot, women have to tread carefully every step when they step out of their house. In the hope to save themselves from ogling eyes and smeared touch of lascivious men on their thighs.

Men mask themselves with toxic masculinity, where it is detrimental to show their tears,

To be a man is to be the master of his fears

We are the generation of fools who live in a transitory phase of light called casualness. Where we pay heed to the sparks flying out of a mere cracker but refuse to kindle the actual light of life.

What if beyond these layers of counterfeited realities, everyone spoke the naked truth?

Imagine being in a world where people were not fostering their existence in the penumbral stage of sham and lived as their truest authentic selves.

I wish we lived in a world where women were free to roam around the world without worrying about their safety and men could cry without being reminded of the rules of toxic masculinity.

We are all the recipients of the same shadow selves, just wired with different emotions

Filled with women scared to love and men scared to express themselves

with a dream to watch the world void of any traps

let’s walk together in the search of a greater perhaps.