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
More from Edition 21
Toilet of the Future
It’s bold, stylish, entertains you with slow jazz… It’s an Exeloo toilet unit. Commonly found in parks and other public …
Aurora
Just imagine for a moment, that you’re me, and you’re watching the sun break through the gaps in your fingers …
A Perfect Flaw
I stood in the temple of commitment, alone, carving a statue of everything I had lost. Every strike of the …