When I fell down - they kept telling me to get up! I'd never fallen down like this before so how was I to know how to get up? Seeing all the things that lay strewn around me - they tell me to pick myself up NOW! So I have a tantrum, because I am overwhelmed by this unknown place of being where I've never been, flat on my face. Eventually, I get up, pick up my broken spirits and shuffle along. I can feel my inner child holding my hand, helping me balance to walk my talk. I turn around to look at the heap that my inner child has pulled out of my things because she didn't know what they were and therefore to her these things were absolutely useless. Vehemently refusing to help me carry them she threw them away near the garbage pile. I saw my stiff blanket, the one I got from my youthful escapades, the manufacturer's label still showing - Ego. A custom-made chocker, which surely weighs a ton, that one which I had collected from the Shame Game. And a whole bunch of braids of rastafarian-like strands falling all over the arena about which the janitor was angrily scolding me for leaving all over the place, "Hey you! Take your stupid stories away, they're not wanted here!" he shouted.
Written by Tasnim Jivaji
July 20th, 2018
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