Blanket

Sometimes I just want to

curl up and lie in that fetal position

toes curled and hands clenched

and teeth gritted

veins and hands stretched out in pain

you can trace every vein

popping

on my body

how it carries pain

how the agony makes its way

all over my body

and takes control of it

reigns it supremely

those are the days

when I want to push and shove the

words around my poetry

snuggle between the verses

and sleep in the deep embrace

in the warmth

of my poetry,

of my words

till my soul gets the

deep solace it is looking for.

-Megha Sood

 

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