Show Piece

In this gracefully vivid submission by Maheen Kalwar, we’re lost in a story of plight and resistance,  strife and strength, and longing for our true selves, the profundity of which often takes more from us than we realize.

 

I’m an hour glass.

Waiting.

Hoping.

For this time to pass.

And with each passing moment,

A part of me slips away.

Slow.

Steady.

Leaving me frail.

 

Out in the open,

I act as I’m told.

Vivid.

Sometimes timid.

But never bold.

So I put up a show.

A beautiful pretence.

A charade.

A facade.

But they only praise my reverence.

 

Laughter and joy

Silence my protests.

The urge.

Wanting to purge.

All lost with some tea and snacks.

I sit there bejeweled.

With gratitude for their presence.

Still.

Tranquil.

Until they scrutinise my appearance.

 

I speak now.

They want me to.

But the query.

Or enquiry.

Nothing distinct or new.

So I gather courage to reveal.

I have so much more to say!

My abilities.

My capabilities.

But I’m only a piece of art, something they can display.

 

Suddenly, the time is over.

And I’m put back inside.

I resist.

Insist.

But it’s a matter of pride.

So the glass door shuts.

Until the next proposal.

Prayer.

Out of fear.

Afraid of another refusal.

 

But the clock is ticking.

And the time is passing.

The sand is slipping.

And the charm is ending.

 

Because I’m a show piece.

I’m an hour glass.

Waiting.

Hoping.

For this time to pass.

And with each passing moment,

A part of me slips away.

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