I’m complete

On a road less traveled, a road that I had taken

I met a fellow Traveler, hidden feelings he did awaken.

We looked at each other, wary and cautious at first

Then loneliness ebbed away, we smiled, tentatively trust.

“What brings you to these parts, they are off the beaten track?” said he.

“I came to find myself, discover my being” replied a proud me.

“So fellow Traveler, dare to join hands and walk?” he proposed

“Why not!” said I out aloud. But, a condition I imposed.

“We walk together, you and me, a common path for sure

But, be warned that I follow the beat of my own core.

I answer to myself, my belief in myself is strong

So, I do not need a man, nay; to tell me right from wrong.

Bewildered he looked at me; I could see that he was shaken

My femininity had led to a premise he made; he was mistaken.

“I can take care of you” he said; cleave a path for you in the crowd

I can protect you; my masculinity shall be your shroud.

I am stronger, I am better at taking charge on the go

You can comply with my wish, no need for your feminist to show”.

I leveled my gaze at him, sought out his very soul

I said “I am strong, I am enough; dependence is not my goal.

I seek a companion, a confidant, a friend of mind akin.

For I have the fortitude to be enough in my own skin.

What you see as weakness my friend, is a fire-honed shine

Other than that my friend, I’m complete alone, I’m fine!

Image – Cyrus Crossan via unsplash

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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