The breeze that knocked me over

You’re the breeze that knocked me over,

And I’m lying on the floor.

I struggle to rise, clinging to hope.

I’m in a better place now, but still struggle to cope.

You’re the breeze that knocked me over,

That left me lying on the floor.

Fear and anger helped me rise,

And gave me the strength to run.

I say I look for justice but what I want is revenge

I’m stuck in a memory that’s a nightmare and there seems to be no end.

Unable to let go and unable to move on.

It’s unfair that the one to forgive is the one who was wronged!

My anger is a fireplace that nurtures the flames,

Until they burn me up and I see that it’s doing me harm.

I might fight for justice, or I might give up,

Losing faith in a system that I know is corrupt.

But not losing hope, because I know there’s a way,

I know there’s a price but I’m willing to pay.

I need to let go and I need to seek,

The distant memory of that feeling of peace.

It’s a decision at first, to have faith and to believe.

Until something inside me changes and faith becomes belief.

You were the breeze that knocked me over, and my anger was a wall.

A wall that kept me closed in and kept the breeze from moving on.

My anger once consumed me, but that wall stands no more,

And the same breeze that knocked me over is rattling your door.

I could have looked for justice, but what I wanted was revenge,

But this peace I feel now changes things,

And I wish you well.

I know you’ll find the journey hard,

And you might not have the strength.

‘Cos first you’ll need to look inside,

And see your true inner self.

You were the breeze that knocked me over, but now’s a different phase,

My peace causes you distress and it’s written all over your face,

The breeze that knocked me over now takes you to the floor,

And the anger that you have inside you,

Keeps it at your door.


The Nirbhaya case hasn’t taught us anything and it’s getting worse. Unlike earlier, the perpetrators of violent crime now have social support, and that worries me.

I wrote this poem in hope that my readers join me in looking inward and taking responsibility. This poem is not about any particular situation, but rather, a call. That we let go of anger and discord – in our personal interactions and move towards healing.

I believe that we can make a choice to change. We can change our personal choices and the kind of behaviour we encourage and support around us. And we CAN change that small part of the world that we live in.

We need to believe and to cling to hope during these days when it looks like we’ve lost our way.


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