Musings of a Soul – From the debris of experience

Maybe
Just maybe
I do not yearn
For
The limelight

I yearn
Instead
For Oblivion
A
Faceless existence

To disappear
Amongst
The masses
Into
The crowd
The crowd of faces

For I am afraid
Of
Who I am
And I wish not
To be
What I have become

As I glide
Aimlessly
Into the
Wandering crowd

I am deaf
Immune
To the voices around me
For
None resonate
With mine

I am blind
Ignorant
Of the sights around me

Mute
Afraid
To speak

I wish to see
Another faceless soul
And merge
With it

I find it
The other
Faceless soul

And we merge
It feels
Beautiful

Yet
I cannot hear
A
Voice
Inside my head
Or
Outside of it

The sole intention
Of
The merger
Remains unfulfilled

Bitterness seeps in
Wantonly

The union is broken
And
Many other things
With it

I am alone
Again
Shattered

Only
Now
I hear a voice
I hear sounds
Those
That I have always wanted to hear

I reassemble
The
Shattered pieces
Of my
Hitherto faceless existence

But
To my
Utter dismay
I find
That now
I have a face
An exquisite one
No less

The voice is mine
As is the face

Again
I surge into
The crowd

But this time
Without
Intent

I hear
I see
I speak

My yearnment
For
Oblivion
Has ceased to be

What’s this?
Another prospect
Presents itself
On my platter

And
I am tempted

But this time
Not an offer
For
A merger

But instead
One
Of freedom

I accept the offer
I ask myself
What’s the worst
That can happen?

I may be
Shattered again
But then, like before
I shall sculpt myself
A
Prettier face
From the rubble

(This piece was inspired by an immense heartbreak. But I’m glad it happened. For it gave rise to such a beautiful volley of emotions in me. Truly, there is beauty in pain!)