Birth of a rebel/masochist

I was born
on the chilliest winter morning,
when everything was covered
in frost and death,
all the creatures were fighting hard
for their survival
and I was born,
as someone disturbing the balance of life.
Gaping for oxygen,
a human who couldn't adjust
even for their own survival,
I never knew to settle for less
I needed more, and more.
Wrapped in a piece of cotton
while everyone around me
ran for (my) life, to bring me enough of it (life)
that could satiate me. 
I was playing with death,
the moment I got out of my safest place
and masochism became my trait since then.
I must be laughing with my closed eyes,
like a little rebel that I was.
I was born at the brink of dawn,
but the sun rose a little late that day,
I delayed life on the world,
for my eyes in which sunshine was locked
were kept close, dawn was struggling that morning,
struggling against death.
I was born with
dawn in my eyes,
future in my fist,
and death in my lungs.

© 2021-22 Muskan Sharma | All rights reserved.

5 Comments Add yours

  1. wow .
    you nailed the ending ]

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks a lot 😄


  2. kittysverses says:

    Marvellous composition, Muskan. The last three lines, brilliant! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Hey! Thanks a lot 😀.

      Liked by 1 person

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