By Juhi Buch
Keep your eyes open and don’t blink.
Take in every sight, every peculiarity, every unique
Person, place, thing.
It’s The City.
You’re lucky to be here and be near
The busy streets and busier lives.
It’s supposed to be a dream come true.
And then I’m alone.
Lonely despite the perpetual crowd.
No more surrounded by comfort of mother’s love.
No more annoyed by brother’s banter or
Father’s playful shove.
I am on my own.
Independence is a skill
It doesn’t come easy.
I need it
I want it
But I hate it.
I want to run without looking back.
Return to a life that was quiet, familiar,
It will make you stronger, they say.
But you only feel lousier every passing day.
Should I stay, fight on?
It will get better, they say.
But the future seems bleak.
One year goes by, and The City still
Takes its toll.
Ruthless, relentless, merciless.
Two years go by, and The City,
It’s still the same.
But me, I am different.
I can hold my own
Against this place that doesn’t wait for the faint of heart.
The City that claims its glory
Is worth all the chaos and cacophony.
They were right about gaining strength
They were right about things getting better.
Better enough to trudge on.
How much better?
Only time will tell.