The past it seems
Somehow will forever linger
Every time I near forgetfulness
Your next brutal reminder breaks through
Eager to smirk in my face.
My life it seems
Is stuck in your hands
Every time I near acceptance
Your next disruption rattles my being
Eager to destroy my peace.
These scars it seems
Will forever haunt my existence
Every time I commence healing
Your next scab burns my skin
Eager for my itching touch.
This pain it seems
Is here to keep me companion
Every time happiness seems within reach
Your next laceration cuts deeper
Eager to push beyond skin to bone.
This world it seems
Has lost the magic it once held for me
Every time I begin to believe in its potential
Your next trick unravels
Eager to leave me unfazed.
My strength it seems
Has slowly faded into nothingness
Every time I pick up the shattered pieces
Your next bullet hits harder
Eager to leave me irremediable.
For power, you see
Is in the eye
Of the oppressor
In the hearts of the entrapped.
- Pratiti Renée Mehta