Finding Me

And I sit
And wonder,
Why there is hate born
When the slate was pure?

And I sit
And wonder,
Why they assume
If they can’t trust?

And I sit
And wonder,
If the grass would be
Greener this way?

And I sit
And wonder,
If they didn’t know
How to mend a heart
Why break it?

And I sit
And wonder,
If there could be
More self-love
In a world full of hatred?

And I sit
And wonder,
If they could see
The underlying hard work
Behind the anxious smile?

And I sit
And wonder,
If these thoughts ever
Crossed your mind?

Nidhi Parikh