Being An Ambidextrous

Writing with a left hand
On the post-it notes
Seems nostalgic

It has been ages to begin
Writing with a left hand
At the age of three

Only to be dissuaded from using left-hand
It is a scar to remember those times
Being forced to learn

Writing with my right hand
Though I have been writing with my right hand
Left hand and feet are my first reactions

Being too compliant to force myself
Writing with my right hand
Seeking acceptance and to love my parents
Knowing they care

Hoping to blend with the common people
Blending like a chameleon
Writing with my right hand
As a camouflage to be accepted as the norm

But
Left hand and feet are my first reactions
In whatever I do
Right hand and feet are the next movements

Living a confused life
Only to find out the real me
After marriage and teaching my son

My left hand automatically draws and writes
A surprising realisation
Only to be treated as the odd ones in my family

Yes, they care about me
Yet I feel suppressed to comply to their opinions
Because I care about how they feel

Only when my suppression grows worse
The more I am against their opinions for not understanding me
Wishing only Jesus, my Lord and Saviour

Though they mean it for good
God means it for my own good too

Being an ambidextrous


Inspiration On: Friday, 3 July 2015 at 7:43pm
Inspiration Ends On: Wednesday, 8 July 2015 at 5:35pm

It has been ages for me to write with my left hand. It feels good and sentimental to remember my younger days. The more I understand myself and feeling strange about myself for being the odd one in my family. Hope this poetry able to comfort others who go through the same thing as I do. You are not alone. Wish you all have good days and thank you.

Core

Deep inside the core of
Our inner beings
Longing forĀ 
Eternal love and full acceptance
In who we are


Inspiration On: Tuesday, 9 September 2014 at 6pm

Many times, feelings are repressed in order not to hurt those whom we love. Living under others expectations are excruciatingly painful. Almost lost myself for caring too much. It is due to lack of boundary. They have overstepped my boundaries. Upon realizing this, I feel tired of not being heard. When I want to work on my ideas, they want me to find a full time job. When I want to find full time job and to postpone my marriage, they wants me to get married first. Ten months later, my son came into this world. My husband wants me not to work for three months. Three months into years. All I do I receiving project work. Neglecting my muse and ideas. Thereby, I am helpless and lack of income to provide for my parents. Feeling lost. Thank you for listening to me.