Love Breathes its Last!

Doors slammed in the face...

red and swollen nose and eyes...

cheeks wet, heart leaks,

dark pit within...

piercing light outside...

want to fade away or

lean on

want to let go or

hold on

want to fight and spit

want to tear away

want to reach out but gravitating inside

Read Sheryl’s Lean In…

& Cheryl’s Wild…

the promise is within they both say,

whether you stay put and fight...

or take a flight to find the source...

Cheryl quotes Rich’s words...

the meaning resonates in the core...

the source of  power is same as your wounds,

I scrape them one by one...

some are dry by now 

but bleed as I scour...

some are fresh...

pain is hammering...

but wasn’t Jesus nailed too?

I take stock…

of meaningless kinship,

faces turned away... 

when I lifted the clown face

the bridges too weak to lift the load I carry,

how will I pass over I pray…

not out of love but fear,

it goes unheard…

lap of mom exhausted... 

by the spent motherhood.

Father’s shoulders give up, 

he carries his own rent 

far and away...

some words fall upon my ears,

…hollow…

hope is unreasonable,

it carries the corpse for too long...

cannot revive, 

or fill in fresh breath... 

in the carcass dead long ago

hope now dies underneath it’s weight...

I panic and

look for power…

in the gleaming blood shed...

draining...

drowning...

sinking...

too low

and then a voice,

a hand, 

a tear,

stops me from giving up...

I see my own little form... 

in the plea of this angel,

his eyes sparkle with a promise for the ‘morrow,

indebted I stay.

Dying to yet another wrestle 

or escape

or maybe it is another excuse... 

I give myself

for being a stump too afraid of getting uprooted...

or may be

in one confined corner...

love breathes its last. 

~Shryja
© Shreeja Jhawar