Witnessing The Core

By Ellora Rath

Enlarging, multidirectional, effervescent,

and randomly spreading

Either I want it, or I don’t want it.

Either I am prepared for it or not prepared for it

Sweeps me away of my stability,

Plants something that I am not familiar with

New paths opening and merging

to accommodate and contain

At times making sense and at times difficult to grasp

At times I am flowing with it, at times in its clasp.

Coming to fetch me

when I am the most unprepared

Sneaking into the space

where dead end seems evident.

Calling out loud to trespass into the unchartered

Opening paths for me to wander and ponder

Walking through misty lanes with sense of surrender

When I cry out for help gathering myself up again

I find a new me extending hands,

tying me to a hopeful chain

As I returned to gather pieces of what I left behind

I found remains of ashes not suitable of further grind

I left all of them to rise back into life

The air of hope came gushing in and said,

‘breathe again.’

By Ellora Rath