Attenuating

By Shweta Prasad

Deliberate alteration,

Fleeing from reality

Assuring, re assuring identity,

Figuring it all.

Truth known to nerves,

memories carved on bones,

secrets pumped by heart.

I hear myself weeping,

Amongst four corners,

tracing my mind,

Without the fear of existence,

but with fear of exposure,

I, remain silent.

Waves of distress,

ripping against my chest,

caged within those bars,

Alas! Those poor ribs.

Kindness to love,

wasn't that far.

Mistaken was my heart

wondering which road taken did the wrong

Is this what-

they call fate?

Those imperfect broken lines,

quenching in tears of sweat.

The silence remains,

Loud and vivid within me.

By Shweta Prasad