Growing Up

 

Today I have hit one of the major milestone in my life. It isn't exactly a milestone for me as I just have ended a phase of my life and now I will be shifting into another one. But society considers this as a milestone thus I will also consider this as a milestone. For me a real milestone is the one in which you show progress, what I am currently going through is just growing up. But maybe I will share my philosophy on this later and now I would like to focus on actual milestone for me. 

Few years back I had this goal where I wanted to write certain amount of poems in a certain phase of my life and I have manage to do that. I am super proud of achieving this and would like to share the last poem that I wrote to accomplish this goal. I would like to use this as day as a opportunity to share this beautiful achievement of mine. 

Here it goes:

Tables, Tables, Tables

Taking a leap forward,

I move into a new table.

A bigger table but a quieter one. 

A table with long faces. 

As I look back, I see my smaller but a happier table. 

A table with laughter and mess. 

The new one was nothing like the ones I had previously seen.

They were long silences,

The table had rules of the unknown, 

A table I grew up hearing about. 

A table I wanted to be in but no longer felt belonged. 

A table with an eerie atmosphere. 

But as I sit in this table for longer, 

I see messes in the hidden cracks, 

I hear giggles distantly. 

This table had everything that my previous table had but it was away from the lights of the table.

The table was siller, 

Sillier than the previous table I was sitting in.

As I understood the hidden meaning of this table, 

I realised. 

This is a table I could build by myself. 

Don't get me wrong, there are people here who are sitting here without building it. 

But if I wanted to be in a table of ones that I heard in my tales, 

I had to build it for myself. 

The tales that filled my dreams of being in this table projected peace and happiness,

But this weren't told by the ones that sat on it without building it. 

The tales from the ones that build the table, that set them and the ones that brought the people in. 

Maybe I was one of them, 

One of those that was destined to build those tables. 

Tables that inspired many more to build their own. 

I hope I was able to convey my feelings through this poem. If this poem did not make any sense to you, please do reach out I would love to go in detail about this poem as it is one that is close to my heart. 

Thank You💕

-MJM