Why is it easier to lock away your true feelings?
Why is it difficult to express your thoughts freely?
Is it the fear of being unaccepted?
Why fear unacceptance, when being accepted as a docile human will reduce you to a mere shadow?
Is it the fear of being misunderstood?
Why fear misunderstanding, when you are fearless about your thoughts?
Is it the fear of being misinterpreted?
Why fear misinterpretation, when you can voice your thoughts loud and clear?
Or is it your own thoughts that you truly fear –
where they would take you,
The challenges that you might encounter
when you express freely, fearlessly?
Why lock yourself away behind the formalities and niceties that are imposed on you,
that you hardly care?
When all that matters is embracing your true self, creating a sanctuary for your thoughts, and letting your voice resonate authentically.
Be that human that you will look up to,
Be that inspiration that you seek around you
Be that voice that never quits, even when it quivers
Be you, the one who you truly admire and care
This poem is written in response to the one hundred and eighty third edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – LOCK hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
Void Thoughts 
The closing lines of this poem are a pertinent reminder for each one of us to BE who we really are. ‘Be that inspiration that you see around you’ reminds me of the thought I got a few minutes ago while commenting on Corinne’s post. I wrote ‘Maybe I have been my own inspiration’ and this immediately made me feel empowered. Beautiful poem, VInitha. I like the flow of your thoughts.
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I love this, Vini. My post today is about fears and this really resonated.
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I love the thought in your poem Vinitha. The biggest battles we fight are ones with our own selves – it is often just us who stop ourselves from expressing ourselves freely.
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I think we all struggle with self-doubt and your poem is a beautiful expression of the long train of inter-connected second guessings that we all tend to do, all the time.
I love how effortlessly the flow of words appear to be in this poem, Vinitha.
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