Written by Sangeetha
Faith defies.
The lie,
Open, unconcealed,
Glaring, baring all;
A smooth attack,
In fact, smirking,
Conciliating;
So what?
If you can’t
Take it, don’t rant
Take it cool
There are no rules
Girl…Grow up
Grow one
It’s just fun
I smile. For the while
it takes for me to break,
seek the deceit in silence.
Do I dig? Do I bury the lie?
Do I bury the I?
I, with closed eyes,
never asked for whys
I realise,
I want to take it all back,
I crack.
Heart racing. Untrusting.
Undoubtedly beat.
Heat, burns, rush down my shoulders,
boulders push down my chest.
My lungs are pressed,
suppressed emotions quelled
Well, I fell.
My shame I can’t name
glares, dares, me to say a word.
Deterred, dejected, rejected
I cower
I resent. My dissent
They can’t consent
I die. This lie
swathed in good faith,
is still a lie. I die.
Inside. My battle unpicked.
Congealed wounds I lick.
Unhealed I wear my shoes.
Blisters, my sisters,
I know, you know,
I can still walk with.
Text © Sangeetha
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