Unstoppable

By Sanya Bali

A play of words or worlds?

It echoes ‘ I’m unstoppable’ in it’s claws my throat ahold.

Shrieks and cries, yells and why’s,

Invisible smoke, I can feel my heartbeat rise

The darkness in this room, personifies.

With the orchestra I sway, it’s eyes moving along, locked to the prey

The pupils widen,

The demon’s claws tighten

The next? Fangs of fear locked in my neck

At last, strikes revelation, the walls in a wreck

I stomp, WE stomp surprisingly in unison

The room falls to pieces, behind a mirror undone.

It starts, a flicker of light in all it’s might

Blessed sore eyes finally alight…oh what a sight!? 

…A sight to certainly grasp,

In the mirror, that familiar clasp?!

That monster all along none but me,

Held her down, she’s finally free.

The mental battle ends,

The bell rings,

But their sounds echo no more.

The smoke at last, clears from the core.

The pursuit of meaning ignites

This phoenix, 

Ardent spirit alight, through all the dark nights.

‘It’s me, I am unstoppable.’

By Sanya Bali