There’s a place
Where all bad thing go to thrive
A place which goodness has forsaken
An apt dwelling for Satan
It’s a world within a world
A terrarium of terror
It can suck you in
Like a whirlpool
Or even blackhole
And the void left behind
Will be all that remains
Of a person once known as you
But this isn’t all
No, not by a long stretch
This place which scares me most
Is where all my nights reside
Where every sleeping hour is always lost
Day after day, year after year
It’s the only constant I have ever seen
I am so used to it by now
That within its murky halls
I weave my way about
Knowing it more than seeing
In the dismal, dreary, dark.
More than believing
Of the misery therein contained
And tonight I’ve come to realise
I’ve finally made it my home.
Do you remember?
When we were kids,
We had such ideas in our head,
That in the night there used to be,
Monsters in our closet,
While evil lurked under our bed.
And we would cry,
Scared half to death,
Till our parents ran in,
To switch on the lights,
And lo, there was nothing there.
For even as kids, we could see,
That there are no monsters in the light.
But we grew up,
And had to keep up,
A myriad appearances.
Our fears became a thing of the past,
As we got caught up in pretences.
We learnt to shove aside all doubt,
And let no one see past our cover.
No matter how afraid we were,
We’d never indulge in a cower.
But I say,
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Her biggest fear wasn’t of being forgotten. It was of becoming irrelevant. She had strived her entire life to not just be at the top of her game, but to be ahead of everyone else as well. She did it. She achieved the pinnacle of success in her chosen field. Yet, instead of resting on her laurels, instead of sitting back and relaxing, she was consumed with perpetual worry.
What if everything that she’d done was not enough? What if all the sacrifices she’d made as life passed her by, were all for nought? She understood and accepted that even great people, who had lived inspiring lives, were forgotten and eventually relegated to some distant corner of public memory. She even realised that public memory in itself was extremely short lived. Yet, being dead and forgotten was one thing, and being very much alive but rendered insignificant was a haunting though to her.
She recalled the meeting that had taken place today. Her entire Board of Directors had unanimously suggested that she step down from her position and let young blood carry forward her legacy.
Young blood, she scoffed, like she was old. Wasn’t she hailed for her knack of always homing in on the precise pulse of the situation. Isn’t that why she was the best? She always knew what people wanted, needed and dersief and she gave them just that. Can she still do it though? What if she faltered? What if she made an error and people blamed it on her arrogance? What if they pitied her for not quitting while she was still ahead like some lucked out gambler?
No, she decided. She will not let that happen. It was not the time to step back, but the time to invest more of herself in all her ventures, to exert more in getting every decision right, to be careful and precise.
She stood up, regal and tall, looking out of the glass windows providing her an unparalleled view of the entire city. She looked over it as if it were her domain. Her face set firm in decision as she thought back to the time when she’d first forayed into her field of work. She knew she still had within her the same zeal that drove her then. Now, she had another mountain to climb. Irrelevancy, she thought, was a worthy nemesis. It shall be fun to defeat all its challenges just like she’d done with every other trial that life had thrown her way.
She will retire when hell freezes over.