Splintered

By Mallika Kanneganti

I am not the door you slam in anger

Splintered and falling off of its hinges.

I am not the mess you shove under your bed

Forgotten, stone-cold, gathering dust.

I am a melting iceberg

Shrinking but staying afloat

Yet also a heavy storm cloud

Bringing Hell to the sky

I am a tumbleweed breezing

Through my own journey,

A flame in the night sky

Burning until the night turns to ash.

By Mallika Kanneganti