EQ (emotional qoutient)

at first
it was so horrible
i locked myself inside the room
as father hides the knife

then i had the second failure
i kept it to myself
and despite the red spot in my eyes
i said
it was nothing

and then there was this third
and fourth and fifth
and so on and so forth

somehow i said yes and yes
to all these
for how can one refuse disappointments
and failure
oh! they come so naturally
and then the feeling of pain is gone

i rise above frustrations
the pain is too normal
the body gets adjusted
the brain is numb

when they come again in my life
all these have become my brothers and sisters
and mothers and fathers
they bring no pain anymore,
except the hard lessons
and all these
for us to live
we must
by heart learn.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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