Wishlist

By Mrs, V. Micah Brawin

Does it cost anything to dream to be inspired,

Born as a girl entered into this strange, weird, unknown world,

To create memories of existence till I end,

I slept, crawled, turned, hopped, jumped, ran, slipped,

From babbling I clearly talked,

Soon stage of infant was blued,

Each and every moment was already written and portrayed,

You are a girl, everything here for you are just limited,

Beaten, alone, suffered, crossed,

Birth, infant, toddler, childhood,

Adolescence,  womanhood to adulthood, 

Suffocations, I handled and smiled,

Barbie to crayon, to paint brush, to markers, enchanted I danced,

My wishlist added piled up and piled,

At times a doctor, a painter, author, a teacher, a lawyer, a pilot, a lifeguard,

What not I wished for but I ended up jammed,

Thought to run away rushed but I stopped,

Mom will be in tears rolled,

Adolescence can hit hard,

Depressed, struggled, alienated, confused,

It will leave no bounds,

No mercy on soul, body or mind,

Wanted to try budding love, a pure kiss on forehead,

Touch that evokes magical bond,

Blooming of buds, to touch dew drops heart desired,

To be deared, beloved, admired, involved, enjoyed, adored, I yearned,

Nonstop emotions rolled,

Dad’s strictness was all planned,

Admitted to study, career to be pursued,

Library was dusted, books were my only comfort and a friend,

Imagination rested on my shoulders all I wanted to be pampered,

Endless, unceasing ideas to find my own identity I was perplexed,

Once again reasons added up,

As wishlist in cognition slithered,

Dropped out as rainbows coloured,

As teacher of literature they certified,

Tiny feels, little hands, deep eyes I handled and teached,

Years went down with unmeasurable  moments I captured,

A talk of marriage switched,

Selected, elected by parents to his home I was dropped,

A new life, novel beginning I am loved, 

Hands on hands hours we talked,

Walked on shores waves touched,

Plenty of happy glees, we were blissed,

A prince in horse as i dreamed,

Deeper and stronger we loved,

To change time into period,

Soon gifted by heaven our princess twinkled,

Cheerful tears, hastened small fingers crossed and holded,

Steadily our lives progressed,

Longing to make castle in sand,

To sit and watch the nature turning day and night to be thrilled,

To reach mountains, Touch the snow, flow through valley, plains images in mind kicked,

My teaching passion cried in corner,

Lost, found, caged I wanted to be freed,

Everytime I spend, cleaned, cooked, fried, baked, spilled,

Can anything make others happy even if your soul gets exhausted,

Mini cravings, night outs, fancy dates, story time, nothing happened, 

Just a tap of well done was all  I greed,

Society hinted now it’s a turn for a prince,

My divinity was here pinched,

Mind raised a question are daughter that burden, 

Why ask for a boy you are not a barren land,

My princess I will make you live freely was all I promised,

I made mistakes, left opportunities, 

It will teach and keep you  motivated,

I can lay down myself to make way in dense woods,

To light up your darkened road,

Take my hand to succeed,

Hold on to the sky reach it’s limits to wide and expand,

Learn to tremble, tear apart, murmer a bit but never be confined,

Do limitless efforts, be patient, a ray of hope I will be your behind,

Lists of wishes will soon come to the end,

When I started to be cold and wrinkled, black to grey locks it turned, 

I will clap and clap, for your victories will echo my mind,

A note of mother’s handwritten from the bottom of heart to you my cutie pie,

All I wish to cuddle you in arms to get squeezed, 

I know the person I grew is kind but bold,

Will see the stars to call one as mine, 

The missions I failed, the moments I missed now enough it’s enough,

I am weary and tired,

A long rest beneath unknown piece of land is all in need,

To end up my wishlist, a sigh of completion,

Nor I hurted any or burned as flame like others did to me,

I need a goodbye to cherish life’s end,

Does it really cost to dream, to be inspired to just wanted to live as freely I could,

My wish lists I last here as it was listed just listed.

Live and let live, 

No soul is born here to complete twenty four hours, let everyone live the life fully to its extend As they wish.

By Mrs, V. Micah Brawin