another day

 

Somedays the bandages are unwrapped, for miles and miles, so many, I forget what lies within

Its not the healing grafting kind of nick, new skin on old, its the kind that stays exactly the same, an edifice on time, a Great Wall, if you will

You may see some erosion, some weathering, but I forgot how beautiful were the neem trees growing beside, I forgot the old singing mosque and these bylanes, full of birds and smells and plastic shops

But thats all in passing, after all, The Wall is the centerpiece, its the caption on the brochure, clenched in my fist

It isnt, of course, the right thing to do, or the wrong that matters, its the thing that takes the most courage, despite the frozen fear condensing in the corner of your eye,

Courage cannot lead you false, its always dragging you to a mirror and a bright light

Today I was able to look, without flinching, I think ill call it progress