Written by Akshita Singh
I feel the waves call out to me,
The dark and blue oblivion;
Made of hues colorless,
Perfect for blackened souls.
Maybe being submerged won’t be too bad,
Yet a dive was all I dared,
Controlling the numbing urge to let go;
Resemble the wild water lilies.
And yet look grotesque.
I hold my breath, close my eyes,
The water detracts my soul,
As every breath I take, aches,
Leaving scars and indelible bruises;
And every breath I don’t, burns,
Leading my way to abeyance.
I think of all those well-wishing fools,
Who said I could be saved;
But how could you save someone,
Who was convinced she deserves,
To drown, rot and be forgotten?
In front of them, I wear my smile,
An expression of apology, a master of disguise;
Or maybe an armor of subdued vulnerability.
Isn’t it better to let my salty creeks,
Mix with the ocean,
Rather than pretending they don’t exist,
Housing and hiding them?
Perhaps I want to hear a yes too soon,
For the denial is the only thing
Holding me back.
Text © Akshita Singh
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