There, I thought I had dried up all my reserves of tears—
Until now; when a situation at work nudged me hard to be courageous enough to sit with my internal dialogues.
I wrote and I questioned.
I answered, and questioned them again—
All to get to the deep-seated 'Why?'
A festering sore.
At the superficial level, I thought I was competing with a colleague in the egoistic race for a promotion...
Only to realize that deep down, I was yearning for the feeling of being deserving—to be an equal with someone who abandoned me, or whom I let go.
I had masked my pain.
Felt as if I had lost face among my own people.
And I kept burying my shy self at work...
a self that felt ashamed to even be loved,
to be accepted,
or to just exist alongside someone.
A self that is deserving of momentum in life.
Deserving of sharing a dream, and building a life together.
✍️
(A relief that I was seeking came as the tears made there way out...like floods)

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