Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Yesterday,

I was not.

And so were

all my fears

all my worries

"things to fix"

and "things to attain."

Today,

I am.

And so are

all my fears

all my worries

"things to fix"

and "things to attain."

Tomorrow,

I will not be.

And so will be

all my fears

all my worries

"things to fix"

and "things to attain."

"Am I born to suffer?" I hollered

in the silence of my heart.

And just then,

a gust of wind came

mingled with my loose hair

and whispered to my ears

"You are born for this."

The sun prepared to leave

its rays rested softly on my eyelids

and wrote on them

"You are born for this."

The garden bloomed with flowers

gift-wrapped rich perfumes

sent them wafting through the air

and delivered a message to my lungs

"You are born for this."

I,

being I,

crammed the ears

covered the eyes

clogged the nose

with the cloth weaved from the fibers

of doubts and insecurities

and said

"I knew I was born to suffer."