Brim Poem by Jannavi Rout

And I have reached past the brim now...
Overflowing.
Even after the introvertness of myself, I have escaped the prison.
Wanting to be seen,
Wanting to be attended and to be heard.
The pebbles thrown to push me ahead of my limits,
Were they trying to displace me just because of someone else's thirst and greed?
But who knows where I shall go?
Either I shall disappear in the air like I never existed
Or maybe I shall fall into the ocean of other existences.

I remember what they say...
Those who neglect, always come back knocking.
Will I be reminiscing about the pot where I belonged to once upon a time?
Or will I evanesce soon?