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My Breath

I recall writing this poem in February of 2018. It was written during a time of emotional confusion and general turmoil. I remember just typing this up into the notes app on my phone almost urgently. I forgot about it completely till about a month later, when I went back in and made some changes and perfected it to my liking.


It's always somewhat funny to me to look back on pieces like this. They help me remember the thoughts and feelings going on in my mind at the time. It's like a small window to the past, perhaps. Do leave your comments and let me know what you think!

 

Cloudy Blue Sky

My breath goes with my twelve and a half

Font

And my twelve and a half

Font

And my twelve and a half

Font

And my twelve and a half

Font—


I am not and am never,

Have not and have

Never fully

Reveled in rubbing

My rebelling heart

Against the

Extent

Of these blessed windows—


Blue windows, warm windows,

Your windows

And a fragment of

This Day

And That Time,

Of this Snake

And that Wine—


For I loved

With tears

And drapes

And scars

And snakes

But there’s ice in my

Heart and ice

In my veins,

Ice in my passions

And ice in my pains—


Though I longed and

Loved and longed to

Love for a love

That was love

Requited—


The world longs to

Lie and lies to love

For a love that is

Love unsighted—




© 2018 Shreya Venkataraghavan


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