When
do you know you have grown up?
When
the urge to hurt back is so high,
That
your temples are throbbing.
You
cannot breath and you can feel the blood rising in your veins.
All
you want is, to give them the taste of their own medicine.
You
know you have not done anything wrong,
At
least not enough to get it on your face.
You
can prove yourself right and shred the argument
Even
shred the other person into pieces.
You
have never been talked back to,
And
here you are, being screamed at.
Being
humiliated, and how!
And
you take it all, not ‘give it back’
Walk
away, because that is the only graceful thing to do.
Get
that dirt off your shoulder,
After
all, no one is worth it!
Yes,
you have grown up.
More
so, when ‘he’ walks in the room
Takes
your face in his palms
And
asks for forgiveness.
Forgiveness
for not being able to protect you.
For
not standing up and punching them in their face.
For
being more ‘practical’ than ‘natural’
And
you simply ‘forgive’
Because
it takes heart to admit.
Because
you didn’t expect anything from him.
And
mostly because, he is the only one who matters.
Between
all the tantrums, pampering and mollycoddling
You
grow up, to know
That
this isn’t about you.
To
walk out without indulging
To
shake it off without letting it soak in.
You
know to treasure the ‘promise’
Of
keeping the monsters away
And
not trying to put it at test.
Because,
their glistening eyes say
That
they mean it.
Here!
I put the pen to paper,
And
take it out of my system.
After
all, I am much more than your words.
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