The Other Side Poem by amira chowdhury

Is there a spirit there, who's bothering my trembling soul in the other side, or is it a white spark of lightning who's singing
It's desperate songs.
Oh! Where did you find such bright vividly colored wings,
That you use to fade my astonishing memories......
Which still lies to break me into tiny pieces of gleaming glass.
I still remember those days, when I was free... free from the dreadful
cage, where if I wanted, I could splash and swim in the melody
of the sea... Where I could lie beside the beach and feel the splendid
cool breeze, scan through my sunken soul.
Where these horrible humans couldn't throw shallowed pieces of
broken glass, on me each day, and I would live my life,
in peace and happiness and say, I am Ok!
But now, I know who is in the other side. Who is trying to scare me and lie. It's no spirit or ghost to scare me off, but it's
my own soul, who has it's two part of a role.
One, which is free, and the other who is still a mystery!