How did this bliss turn into a curse?
I embraced peace in the eclipse.
Maybe my world was pretending, but it didn't last for long.
I was bored of the darkness.
I wanted to see the light.
When I saw the light, it was too bright and surreal.
So, I cried.
Everything right beside me, but nothing is with me.
I'm living under the sky, but only a few feet high.
I guess one thing is universal.
So, I smile.
Maybe that's a lie.
I whisper:
I don't need anything fancy in my life. "This is God's plan," I say-and that's reassuring.
But again... that's a lie.
Am I criticizing things?
Or are things being criticized by me?
This poem explores the journey of life from its very beginning—the peace of the womb—to the overwhelming realities of the world. Through symbols like the eclipse, light, and the sky, it reflects on the illusions, inequalities, and self-deceptions we experience as we grow. It questions the masks we wear, the lies we tell ourselves, and ultimately asks whether we shape the world or are shaped by it.