Would you?

Would you escape?

If I gave you a chance to?

If I stood here with my arms open and told you that out here lay a world where you were just you, barren of your inhibitions, out of the skin and you lay naked in the sun-kissed monsoon?

Would you take the deal?

If I told you that judgement and shame and snidness and mendacities were the weak’s weapons and you were not weak, but strong, Oh so strong! That strength that years of falling down thrusted upon your bruises and that out there you were the only beneficiary to your own fortune?

Would you look back?

If I told you that it was nothing but pitch dark behind you and that you have been bestowed with the wisdom now to move ahead because what you have is what others envy and you might be oblivious to it but the truth still exists?

Would you feel better about yourself?

If I told you that the life you have now is what you once pined for and the life you shall have later is going to be built from scratch out of your blood and sweat and no those drops did not fall to waste, but it did shine on each element it touched and blessed you with a might that no other has.

Would you still?

Would you still shed a tear or two and count your blessings and bow down in humility for every step you take is the Universe welcoming you with its arms open…just as I am?