The Loss of my Face

‘The Loss of my Face’ 

My face twitched and spasmed, 
twisted assertively to the left side,
also dropped as I looked on wide eyed -
but I strove to relax my mind 
in an attempt to pacify the nerves,
that were inciting my facial muscles
as they contracted and screamed back,
resisting the distortion of my face, 
which in illness was losing its unique mould. 

I took a deep breath, bid my soul to relax -
why was I panicking on the loss of my face? 
Have I not as yet an identity I can bank on
that’s unique from all the brands I worked at,
where my face has been my identifying part
rather than the ideas, worldviews I represent, 
or the skills that I have honed repeatedly
to help me retain my identity to the world! 

My self esteem burst through my facial mask,
giving me a unique strength and liberty of will,
imparting to my skills strong eagle like wings - 
the power of my words would be the wind
breaking my childhood silence and reserve. 

As I found my identity coming out strong,
from the well of experiences and wisdom 
accumulated deep inside of my being - 
That’s the moment of truth my life
leans on, 
my self confidence firming up as its offspring. 
— Shuvashree Chowdhury

“Whoever uses the spirit that is in him creatively is an artist.
To make living itself an art, that is the goal.”
Henry Miller

PS: this is a sequel to the previous post. 

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