You cannot do it all and it’s okay

One of the trends in the women’s empowerment movement is to expect and push women to be all-rounders. The call is to know and do everything independently and magnificently – manage the house budget, know how to do the taxes, help with the school work, deliver the work presentation, deck up for the family or social event, mind the Ps and Qs, develop a competitive mindset – and much more. The demand is to do it all with aplomb and impeccably. To create gender equality, society burdened women with the responsibility of being successful, within and outside the home.

Perfection is the barometer of this empowerment. It is exhausting to be projected as the domestic goddess and the work maverick with many arms. Women are expected to strive more, go the extra mile, adjust, sacrifice, have their choices questioned, and at the end of it all be perfect. This concept and expectation are flawed.

True empowerment is to allow women to decide and execute what is best for them, and within their capacity, even if imperfect. The goal of every woman is not to shatter the glass ceiling or acquire the corner office, or a place in the C-suite. The goal is to contribute and exercise the potential to elevate oneself mentally, spiritually, and economically. The social worker is doing an amazing job, so is the teacher, doctor, scientist, or the woman who wants to start a business from home, or wants to quit a job to stay home.

It’s all okay. An effort may not win an award or have a cushy label attached to it, or feature on a magazine cover. Each woman should be empowered to pursue happiness and success, on her terms, without the need to be perfect but with the courage and the resources to support her choices.

Also read – the difference amongst job, career, and calling.

Burden of a witness

#FromOneLine 168

Well, it’s done now;
Carrying all the burdens
Of the world on lean shoulders
Has finally bent my back
The weight of anxious thoughts
Presses against my chest
A weakened heart throbs
Tries to pick up lost beats
As cold perspiration beads
Glisten on a furrowed forehead
It seems I have played my part
Of being born a human
Destined to bear witness
To a dead Earth, a decaying mess!

At the doorstep

#FromOneLine #prompt 166

These lines for #FromOneLine #prompt 166 is a reflection on the current International affairs in the context of the war on Ukraine.

Opening the door I saw
Blue and Yellow at the porch
Splattered with Red; they sought
Peace, hope, and solace.
With compassion in my eyes
And sweetness in my words
All I did was console the hurt,
I did not reach out my hand
Take a stand or clear my stance,
Or invite them over to the safety
Of my large, cushy home
For I feared the Red will stain
The carpets and walls
Splash and ruin the decor
So, I stood there, until they bled
Right there on my doorstep!

Goodbyes

#TopTweetTuesday entry

An imagist poem for #TopTweetTuesday. For me, these words are wistful and meaningful in a world that is saying more goodbyes, in the past 7 days, than it was meant to be.

I thought I’d survive without you
But I couldn’t say goodbye
For the words lay tangled
At your doorstep
Afraid to cross the threshold
Into a life where you
Would not be waiting
At sundown, by the yellow lamp
A book in hand, the kettle whistling
Eager to tell and know
Of just another mundane day

Epitaph

I wrote these lines for the one-line prompt – The birds on my grave. Writing this made me sad. A writer commented that it is “hauntingly beautiful.” I agree that there is a lingering ache in this poem that makes it beautiful. These lines are about all the things we leave behind when it’s time to be one with the earth and the skies! It’s the epitaph of the poet, the writer, and the silent warrior.

The birds on my grave
Are possessed by the poems
I never wrote down
And the myriad stories
Now buried with me;
The wildflowers flourishing
On my weathered tombstone
Carry the aroma of moments
Now lying in an ornate box
Tucked in with crocheted love
You can sense my presence
In the dance of butterflies;
The dragonflies sweep in
To touch my humble soul
That wonders what happened
To all the words, I left unsaid!

Many readers may know the symbolism of the dragonfly. It means looking within and indicates the light of a divine entity. To a warrior and fighter, a dragonfly represents agility, power, speed, victory, and courage. It also symbolizes rebirth, immortality, transformation, adaptation, and spiritual awakening.

So, in the end, the poem brings hope when the soul is touched by nature and in commune with the dragonflies.