I’ve never wanted to save myself from my heart.
I have gone too deep into it,
gravitated by its liquefaction
I strive to brace all weight
by not losing the strength’s particles
when the buoyancy is there
making my melancholy move in merriment.
Feel me through the silt or clay,
if I perish into this quicksand.
Munia Khan ©2013
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