By Karthika Rajan
This mask we wear
The debt we pay for our treachery
Stealing life as it goes.
The air from our lungs.
The strength from our spine
The debt we pay for the lies
Our lies, now glee back at us
Lies, we do not even fathom.
And yet
Though verily overtaxed
A fraction of forgiveness
Nature flows through our bruises
Beaming at us.
Breathing
Healing
Through the tiny streaks
We've left open
In our safety confinements
And, one day
We will look out at the light
Where we came from
Searching for tenderness
Knowing how beautiful it was
For the last time
Let's call it home.
And mean it.
By Karthika Rajan