A rebel, I have always been in my entire existence

from a young age, I have been one to defy norms

dance to the beat of my own drum, push boundaries 

forge my own way in life, question the status quo

refuse to simply follow the large crowd

and live my life on my own damn terms

so being a rebel, has been defining me as a person

As a lifelong rebel, I have been battling with

one of my most formidable opponents – grief

ever since my darling mum was deprived the right

to be part of our futures so unexpectedly

I find myself rebelling against the conventions

questioning rules, seeking alternative paths

and refusing to be boxed in by societal expectations

Being a rebel in my personal grief journey

I have been expressing my deepest sorrow loudly

and passionately without any reservation

but with a raw intensity, so much so that

many people find very uncomfortable around me

but I do not give a damn about what they think

I will approach my grief honestly and unapologetically

I am always a rebel, in life and in my grief

I am a rebel against the darkness, the despair

the heavy weight of my loss, and the tide of sorrow

I will question, resist, and keep up the fight

through courage, I will write my own story

and craft my own path with love as my compass

with a fierce determination, I will forever honour my parents