overflowing dubiety

a creative piece by Palak Goel



I know a girl who gets really confused about everything.


She's confused if she should wake up early in the morning or stay up late till night to complete all her already procrastinated about chores.

She's confused about whether she should wear a dress or a pair of jeans to look appreciably good among her peers.

She's confused about whether she should listen to Hip Hop music through her headphones or listen to her mother sing in the kitchen those melodious songs from the 80s.

She doesn't know if she will be able to pour her heart out, overcoming the adrenaline rush that's battering her heart.

She doesn't know if she should put her feet in cold water to make her bones feel the icy chill or walk bare feet on the grass to tickle the soles of her cracked feet.

She doesn't know if she should pretend to be glad or just let her genuine emotions animate her face.

She's confused about whether she should follow her heart or her mind, which is an eternal conflict, never easily conquered.

She's confused if she should continue to like touching only the soft petals of the flowers or attempt to withstand the pain of the flower's thorns.

She' s confused if she should like her appearance or if she must put up fancy fake blushes and eyeshadows on her face.

She's confused if she should leave her hair freely flowing or tie it up

in a perfect ballerina bun.

She doesn't know which she prefers: the sunset or the sunrise. 


Oh. How I wish I could help this poor girl battle and win over this bewilderment. I wish I could do all it takes to aid this girl.

She's one of those faces I see quite regularly. I see her each day. 

I see her each time I look in the mirror: her glittering eyes reflecting rays of all the chaos reveling inside her.  She extends her hand towards me, begging me to pull her out of the doubt growing within her like a tempest.


Each time I try to help her, my mind is troubled with a question: What if I fail to pull her out and get stuck in that maze of dubiety? So, I turn my back on her with a heavy heart which isn't strong enough to risk its own

soul in the tempestuous sail.


Oh, I wish I could help this poor girl so that her life forges forward a step towards what utopia means to her soul.

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