I wear the hood So I can let the world fade away and float back into my own head,
I wear it so I don’t have to listen to people’s voices. So, I can sit by myself and explore my own mind for thoughts that have never occurred before
I wear the hood to let myself fade away from the nasty looks that Earth gives me once in a while, especially when I miss-step in what I desire
I try my best every day,
even if on that day I did nothing but binge-watch movies and tv shows. Even if all I do is sleep I still try my hardest to be okay.
The world can be a cruel place where, if you’re not loud enough your words will fade away, you will fade away. And that may be so unfair but as much as I want to be seen, a part of me wishes to stay hidden.
I wear the hood so I’m unrecognizable to people I don’t know, people who I don’t want knowing who I am. I wear the hood as it protects me from the stabs of the people that betray.
But when I wear it, I’m also restrained from the warm embrace of the people who actually stay.
The hood is the wall I built around my broken heart. The hood is my mind as it locks my heart in a prison when all it needed was home.
So, I’m working on it, to remove the hood and to let the world see me for who I am, to not be bothered by what people say because the ones who matter just encourage.
I’m working on removing the hood slowly… but surely because I don’t want to be restricted from the pleasures I might encounter because of the people who couldn’t treat a given heart right.
It’s okay, I’m not poking blame on anyone because it’s not one… but more like a little from everyone. Unknowingly and unintentionally.
I do get that part, mistakes do Happen.
mistakes will always happen.
Let’s leave the past in the past and see what happens when you carry just the lessons taught a little more optimistically, let’s just see what happens,
and if we don’t like the ending, we can come all the way back and find a new path ahead.
The time we have, it feels like forever… So, we have all the time we need to mend, to run, to fall, to fly, and to fall all over again.
what we can accomplish by just being is unlimited.
Feeling everything is so beautiful in ways that can only be recognized only when we are there, present in the moment that cannot be cheated into. I had forgotten that.
The hood guises itself as protection when in truth it is just the thing that destroys us silently, slowly, from the inside.
I’m going to remove the hood now because I have a world to welcome into me and a lot of time to recover from everything I might feel.
“If death is the destination, why not risk it all?”
Deeksha is a teen writer, poet, and an aspiring author. She recently published her new poetry book: The Vacated Heart. If she’s not on her computer frantically writing dark fiction then she’s probably reading another good book. Some of her other hobbies include cycling, coding, and art. You can find her personal blog at: Wizardee.in