Barely spawned-
I fed on words
Taking all I could
Seasoning them
The bland, the insipid
Them cliches and them stereotypes.
Seasoned them
With rebellion and intolerance
Voracious, ever-demanding.
The hunger for opinion
Then the necessity to serve it
Tempered with altercation
Garnished inelegantly
With disdain!
That liberty to do
Precisely that, till satiated!
Irreverant, devouring
Each click-baited morsel,
Till finally it was time.
Insouciant, outraged
Protestor, Rebel –
Even I had to yield
I’d had enough.
Clothed in indifference
The helplessness of a witness
To rampant, rampaging rallies of belief.
I waited it out.
For I knew, from within,
I’d changed.
I’d grown.
I’d distilled
What I thought I needed.
From the rebel –
With an all -encompassing hunger
I emerge –
Wearing those colours
Of insouciance and outrage
Woven into the threads
Of acceptance, of anticipation.
Let’s just say
I survived.
(19 January, 2019)
For 3 February, 2019, Day#3 of #FebruaryFlows 🙂