By Poorvanshi Tyagi
I’m immovable
like the silence of the room
A fly buzzes in the corner
somewhere a song dies
and lives find shelters
Behind closed curtains and dim lights
Tonight my sadness could
choke the sleeping city
like every other night
but a raged wave is brought to calm
As I peak into the aches I’ve housed in my body
tiny flecks of dust
Swarming in enlarged pupils
they say “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
I am not a victim to these burdens
I’ve carried them like a knight’s honour
if not for ruptures that slit the heart
I would be no more
for what to build
if never dismantled
and what to clean
if never stained
I could curse the gods for their ignorance
yet my wars had fruit
and I celebrate my winning soldier
I look at myself becoming,
crushing and shattering
then becoming again.
I have walked the fire
and it has brought me light
My sadness won’t choke
the sleeping city tonight.