A Home On The Edge of a Knife

By Vibha GR

It feels like I’m floating

Floating in the murky waters of a vast lake

Vast enough to spin out the claustrophobia in me

vast for my eyes to see

Yet I do not venture out ,

Fearing when I forgo land and give into the seas

For I see a point of no return calling me

Endless ,grey ,foggy it beckons

My mind is nowhere yet everywhere

I feel the fury of a thousand suns scorching through my veins

I feel wrath ,wrath enough to destroy everything in sight

I feel it ,I do not see it, blind rage

Contrary ,there is a sea of calm

Like an ocean hiding a volcano, waves of tension simmering beneath

This rage and frustration ebb at my surface ,gnaw at my sanity

But yet I cannot express ,more than a sigh

I cannot leaves the confines of my sheets

I cannot function ,mentally and physically 

Time is warping uneven threads of guilt ,rage and pure fear around me

Yet I do not move with a purpose

I spiral on ,I do not know when this will stop

My sanity hangs by a threads, twinkling in the twilight of my mind

Neither the hopeful dawn not the sorrowful dusk

I tether on the edge of this knife

Hoping I may not meld into my sorrows,

Hoping I may rise,

Human again

By Vibha GR