A MISFIT MIRACLE

“A misfit.”
My ears bleed at these words.
Tormented by them at noon and in the mornings,
In the dark, I ask the sky to embrace me –
To make me invisible,
Just as it does the sun.

Why do I not look as good as others?
Or, merely, like others?
When did soldiers get stationed in the grass?
Every day is a war with oneself.
Each wound more severe than the last,
Every blow more potent than the last.

Oh little Vetiver,
Allow me to make you believe
That you are a miracle,
not an oddball.
Beautiful they all may be,
But does any plant retain the fragrance,
The way you do in your roots?

Fair should the evaluation be,
And the word “Misfit” shall cease to exist.
Inscribe my words for life in your heart:
In the greater scheme of life,
Everyone matters –
Each one of you,
Which includes YOU, too.

Penned By : Abheepsa Vyas