Weeds

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at ghost writing. The idea and image are supplied by Asna Ali.

I am weeding today.

Inside.

I shouldn’t have.

I let it go on for too long, I guess.

The very soil of my being hidden behind

Years and years of procrastination,

lies, pretenses, fake smiles.

And more lies.

They hold tight to my soil,

Impossible to shake off.

I’ve been weeding relentlessly,

Heart aching

Where I had pulled at the roots.

But nothing gives.

Gaah! No point bothering.

Besides, it is just grass!

Tomorrow, I’ll just put on

a layer of fresh lies to hide it! Sigh!