The nightmare has not ended
But I am awake
I shiver, slowly let go and forget
This darkness so visible
This soothing audible silence
Nothing eerie, nothing vile
My flesh wrapped in sheet, warm
Shadows on the wall , still
My fingers silhouetted
Against my ribcage
Heart beats , time ticks
Flow of blood
Through my viens
Touch of air , moving pulse
I simply am , I know
I become aware of
The presence of my body
The joy of being
No thoughts to conceal
No attempts of escape
I am life , I exist
My breath , my senses , my mind
Together , my strength , my power
In the dead of this night
I get this sudden urge
To capture this ecstasy
Of realizing that one can be
Alone $ Complete $ Real

Shraddha

Wounded

Deafening thunder with blinding light
And somewhere she loudly shrieked in terror
Force that transformed china-bone
Into shattered bits that cut the floor
And somewhere she cried an urgent plea
Hands that crushed tenderness
Teeth that ground vulnerability
And somewhere she desperately pleaded mercy
A violent blow that shook the Earth
Formed the cracks beneath the core
And somewhere she breathlessly mooned in pain
A hunter and a beast in one
Pierced her flesh till it bled
And somewhere she bitterly wept in despair
She did not lose it , it was snatched
She did not surrender , she was victimized
That fragile creature in the dark
Stripped , torn , ashamed and agonized
But as serene , as tender , as innocent
And as Pure

Shraddha