The Beggar

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 It is sunset, so you cower as night lurks closely behind, forming a shadow of mockery over the fate that life has destined you. Your transgressions bang harshly as they tug at the chords of your mind because tonight you will beg again. You are not homeless, or out scrambling the cans looking for nourishing reward, oh no!. You are rather, caged in your mind by a disgusting chain of expectation that continually whips you and scars you, causing you to denounce your worth and beg for everything you deserve.

A beggar of the haughty kind, for that is exactly what you portray to a society that has timelessly provoked you into morphing to suit their demands. Yet, behind the opaque curtain, you are tirelessly on your bruised knees, begging, pleading, forever beseeching for the invaluable things that you have yet to learn to give yourself. You beg for love, beg for consideration, beg for acceptance, beg for inclusion, beg to be seen, beg to be heard, beg for happiness, beg for freedom, beg for compassion, a beggar of all sorts. Shameless!

Maybe one day, the drum of your worthiness will bang so loud that it rattles your core and forces your shackles to break. Upon that day, the realization will come that all the gifts you beg for, can be given ever so freely to yourself. You will love yourself once more and slap expectation's wrist the next time it tries to grapple you by your throat. You will rise from the concrete floors and give your knees a break and time to heal. You will rise out of the heap of society's dictatorship, and you will claim ownership of your life. 

Do not beg for what you can give yourself willingly and freely, for the ones we beg for it become our masters, as we remain their slaves. 

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