Why set such high standards for yourself ?
Only to plummet in a crevice, grueling to ascend,
incessant scrutiny has metamorphose you into a cynic.
Your desire to be always at the centre stage
caused you so much anguish.
The pressure of appeasing others and irrelevant comparisons
has made you a stranger in the mirror.
Do you even recognise you?
Why the need to rise in other's esteem?
Your bitterness a yardstick to resent others
The trenches of anger, the jealousy, the pride,
The trappings of body aches, years of stolen sleep
the mental simmering, the acid reflexes, the victim mentality
Was it worth it?
Why the urge to draw every stroke perfectly?
Chaos has smudged your life's canvas
If only you had learnt the art to be kind to yourself
everyone around you would have received
a token of pardon in your journey of life
Silver years have passed away,
herculean to cast away old skin and don new
Why not try?
A balm of self forgiveness is the dire need of the hour
a balm unavailable at chemist's and which no doctor can prescribe
Squirt it more often and apply to age old gashes
and every relationship will take a new leap of freshness
There are presidential pardons even for murderers
You are just a mortal
Then why not initiate the art of forgiving yourself just for once ?
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