I am living on
because providing apologies is easy
once—
i was making choices
with insanely safe ideas of
fleeing-madly-and-flying-away
i was a helpless girl
against the brutal world of
bottom-patting-and-breast-pinching
i was craving for security
the kind i had only known while
aimlessly-afloat-and-speculating-in-the-womb
now—
i am locked away
a terrified princess waiting
for-death-and-not-any-brave-prince
i don’t dream or think
i just remember and wince
at-voices-of-the-past-smirking-in-sarcasm
once—
i ran away in the darkness
nothing beaconed me more than the
prospect-of-solitude-and-the-caress-of-a-million-stars
i ran into the arms of the ravishing night
nothing pulled me back: not even the memories
of-love-i-had-once-known-&-stolen-kisses-savoured-for-so-long.
i ran until terror stopped my tracks
for, trembling i turned and saw that the moon was
another-immodest-ogler-and-lecherous-stalker.
(First published in Great Works, UK)
Impressive and piercing words. Ongrarulations for a deserving member poem place.
The tittle alone is pregnant of meaning already. A very thoughtful write!
once- i was a helpless girl against the brutal world of bottom-patting-and-breast-pinching ... now i don’t dream or think i just remember and wince at-voices-of-the-past-smirking-in-sarcas...........// really a great expression from the pure core of brave heart// beautiful poem penned
Very beautiful words, bottom patting and breast pinching, I appreciate your imagination. Very good poem.
You are greater than the great Maya Angelou..One day you are going even to a higher strata that she had.. I loved every inch of the soil on the Earth that this poem creates. Loved your poem as a whole. 10+++++ Subhas
This poem has such- -immediacy. The pain is in every letter of every word. The torture of a young female is abominable in any society, in any country, in any soul. I cringe for a girl who is compelled to apologize for living on. Onto my fav list
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The moon was another stalker..reminds me of that immodest trail, ..chaser