𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬
Visage of a being,
pinched & drained.
nothing personal she says,
small companion on a flight
to nowhere,
when I ask her to name,
the cause of her pain.
ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡ-ʀɪɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ
world desolate gnarled
yet alive absorbing
miseries of others,
this somebody weathered.
ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ,
lost brother, absent home.
Should I feel nothing?
must I forget, erase?
quivering and parched
says this dry-eyed being.
ᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍꜱ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴅɪᴠɪᴅɪɴɢ ʟɪɴᴇ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ
then and now.
Our lives merge.
Child of a desert land,
bearing wounds unseen:
an arid soul
bleeding out.
it’s nothing personal.
ᴄʜᴀꜱᴍꜱ ᴏꜰ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴇᴄʜᴏᴇꜱ;
every mortal is she,
once with ripe seeds sown,
peer out from within
a trembling bird-heart.
I release warmth,
hold her hand,
the throbbing mortal,
with hope breathes.
ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟ.
Unmuted grains
may sprout again,
may Peace return.
©kamalininatesanSept2021
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