I might talk tough
but my heart aches
Trying to stay afloat
as I drown in this pain
Soothing tears with
dreams
of being in love,
only to wake alone,
down here.
Biting my tears back
Begging. Praying.
My glass heart
like the plate now.
Left out, forgotten
on wrong flames.
Nothing to mend it back
to before the fire.
Even in repair,
the damage is done.
Fighting the light at the
end, for fear of what may
be revealed.
Rather remember walking
alone in low tide with grandpa;
Watching grandmas hair grey
in the sunlight;
Days when dad looked young;
Moments when you saw love
in my eyes.
Now there is too much pain
and
I
can’t
take
any
more.
– Nisha Moodley