I Exist Now

I don’t have a reason

To look at the exquisite flower

I don’t have a purpose

To wet my faith in this unworthy shower

 

This life seems to lack the purpose

The purpose I was made for

I simply see the darkness

The sweet moment turning sour

 

I struggle, I stumble on this land

For I’m frustrated by your ignorance

The act of taking me for granted

For denial of giving me a scarce chance

 

But as I discovered the truth of my grief

I’ve realised it was no other but me

The sense of underestimating my power

And the potential I could never see

 

Now I will be high and fly

Beyond the head of every glory

And I promise to tell you everything

So you tell the world about my story

 

Words by Jaspreet Sidhu

Illustration by Sash Corowa

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