harsh reality; an unknown co-existence?

Today, there are approximately 6,775,235,700 people living in the world. Out of these (let us round to the nearest billion) 7 billion people, more than half are the under-privledged, less unfortunate residing in under developed economies. However, there are still the less unfortunate in even the upmost of developed economies. There are a few of these people who are capable of achieving extra-ordinary things and usually do so, even in the hardest of situations. I recently read an article in the Express Tribune Pakistan, where a village boy from Mariabad (located on the outskirts of Quetta) excelled in his studies without having sufficient funds but still managed to land at Harvard for his masters. I was in complete and utter awe. Have a look for yourself; http://tribune.com.pk/story/247117/wondrous-feats-one-students-journey-from-small-town-balochistan-to-harvard-university/

I lied.

And as I stare at this blank page, deprived of inspiration
Deprived of anything ‘poetic’ enough to implement on this piece of paper,
I am reminded that it’s all there - Right in front of me
For I can’t see it, but I can feel it; It is all rushing back to me.

The agony and the suffering perching themselves upon my warped heart
Apathy has been well accommodated in this lifetime
Locking up any arduous emotions I felt no need to reveal
Emotions that I thought would make one feel vulnerable and spineless

The jars of tears that have been shoved into the darkness
The scorching blood in my veins that were always kept brisk
The stifling feeling in my chest - was always comforted.
Or was I simply just keeping them clasped within my bubble?

The darkness cannot explode, for it is fathomless and infinite
It is everywhere - It is the voice in our heads and the shadows that are not there
You locked me up in there and disposed of the key, wanting to keep me there,
eternally.
That was your intention.

Until one day, I saw the light again.
Until one day, they came along and broke me free.