Through Obscurity

By Harshita Mishra

A beam of rays, barely showing me the way

I'm barefoot on this empty path

Bleeding on the rose petals after dancing in the shower of pain 

The river of peace burns my bruised back 

The air so cold, when it touches my soul

 I get so angry I destroy it all,

They leave me quick

The escape I picked

I crawl back to the wrecked room

where every brick has the same name I was running from.

By Harshita Mishra