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Someone pushed me into a maze

thinking I would find my way

with my confidence.

But I became so entangled

that I created another maze within the maze

and named it

a difficult phase 

I accepted every free advice,

every suggestion,

every discourse

from spiritual gurus.

But my feet were too heavy,

and I had carried so much weight

that lifting my soul

became almost impossible.

So I had to call a crane.

It tried.

The handle broke

again and again.

Was I obsessed

or obese?

There was no body shaming,

no naming,

no blaming.

Yet deep down

I knew the weight

was never physical.

It was mental.

I tried to drive myself out of it,

but I couldn’t.

The path wasn’t easy.

One maze disappeared,

another one appeared.

Still, I said,

I won’t give up.

Then one day,

after meditating for five hours,

I realized

there had never been a maze at all.

The mind had created it.

The free advice had enlarged it.

All I had to do

was listen to myself.

Instead,

I welcomed the voices

of people

who never really helped.

They only confused me.