What I Am Poem by malini kadir

MY heart is filled;
with a certain vibe
Unexplainable
almost as if;
Words are difficult.....

I live life
In the present moment
My memory on its ebb
Heightened by the well wishers
And manipulative crowd
Twisters of truth

People around me;
The lost chain
With the 'Shiva ling am'
Pendant
The Srilankan boy,
OR was it the father?
Or was it his aunty's husband?
Or was it the elder boy of his aunt?

Yet his family
Always is visiting us
Going out of its way
To visit us....
I am left wondering why?
The society,

Because of my poetry
and my last employer's query
I know for certain;
Truth are always dressed
By the people

I also know that;
We are often blamed
Because we simply are
Soft and malleable

The society will willing put
Me through all sorts
Of misjudged opinion

Yet some where I know
I am lost;
Fighting to live
TO live through my day
As if I should fight
To not loose my memory
and insight fully....

As if I should fight
Because somehow;
My family needs me
All else is transitory
None permanent;

But I need my rest;
And my life
back on good
Lanes
Where I feel not pushed
To a corner
But valued for
What I am