The Map

“A ship that sails without a compass will get lost at sea.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

First Published in the Writer Cafe’s Magazine Issue 16
 

The cluttered thoughts

 in my tangled mind

begging for the sunshine

to  make their way through

the cobwebs of uncertainty

and slippery steps of the doubts

I precariously chose my way

out of here

through the dark alleys of the doubts

those treacherous lanes

where I always get lost

looking for my way out and

hoping to get in the right direction

I have lost the map

jumping the hoops of the

rules and regulations

in the patriarchal society

filed to the brim

with its naysayers

with their sardonic mouths

and their grim faces

I’m learning to weave

spun and crochet

 a map to my heart

and a pathway to my soul

before I finally get lost

Before I finally get lost.

–Megha

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