Perspective

She is being told to speak singly Rush not those words And take deep breaths But the reality, by God, is as depressing as it is saddening. Because over this, She almost has no control Many of these battles he loses Some he wins Draining his lungs of air in the process But whatever you do Never look away when he speaks During that vocal battle A moment that characterised by closed eyes May be accentuated by gaped mouths, clenched fists And probably downward glances and tramped feet He is aware But do not look away. ...

 What seemed to be an unending struggle with comprehending proportions dates as far back as my fourth year in primary school. I occasionally came across them in algebra but never knew them for what they really were. Evidently, this math concept wasn’t done haunting me. It surfaced once again during my third year in secondary school. But this time around, it looked meaner than usual and it managed to carve out a topic for itself – Variations. Since only little had changed about me since elementary school; I only took a superficial approach to its understanding. ...