Molded

~ Frank Solanki

I gave my body a shape
Molded it into something different
For your sake
It was perfect when you were
Here with me all the time
Like two pieces of jigsaw
We intertwined
And laughed the seasons
Away with locked arms

Now I see myself as crooked
And that’s how the others
See me too; they laugh and
Tell me that I have been
Twisted and deceived
Made to become
Something I wasn’t
It is true what they say, isn’t it?
I am no longer
The missing piece of jigsaw
I am not even
Part of the puzzle
I find it difficult
To straighten my back
My body is deformed beyond recognition
It is not how I used to be
It is me, yet it is not

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25 thoughts on “Molded”

  4. Wow what an incredible poem making one think of what was and where one is now. i like to believe that after all the twisting and turning i did to maintain the marriage of 41 years and she left. that now i have straighten myself up stand tall and can say this is who i am and nobody os molding me again.
    Thanks for such deep thoughts . And may all who read this stand tall as their true self

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