Prena Poetry

We all have our own insecurities. We all feel flawed on our best days. So it’s alright.

Maybe if we bother a bit less about how we are found in the world’s eyes, we would be happier. We are so good in making up lies and pretending because we want the world to know that we are perfect even when we keep saying it’s just okay to be a mess. That is the biggest irony of being a human. It is easy for us to tell others that they are pretty and they should accept the fact that they appear perfect in every dress or photographs. But it is so hard for us to accept ourselves for who we are. It is so hard to find ourselves beautiful in group photos. It is so hard to apply the philosophy we share to the world. And slowly you start to feel, you are not a worthy person. You start to dislike your body and feel ashamed of the things you do. You begin to realize you are never good enough. But let me tell you here that, the world doesn’t always judge you, sometimes and most times, it’s your own head and heart that builds up that notion that you are flawed. And it’s alright if you are flawed. No matter how pretty someone is or how good someone appears to the world, we all have our own insecurities. We all feel flawed on our best days. So it’s alright. You are not the only one who bears the earth on your shoulder. We share the same universe and define ourselves as a part of a big mess that has always been so beautiful.

Prena Subba | 2020