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Ourselves and our hearts
We love all that death touches
And so maybe we love in halves
We give and yet hold back
Because when we hurt
We fear the ash, our fire might become
The air that will scatter it
The wind swallowing it, erasing it
When we smile, we do it slight
Let’s not tempt fate
Into making it harder
The past is buried, forgotten
Not forgiven
We muse and then carry guilt
Over dreams squashed by our tiny feet
No one pushed us to do
And so maybe we did it because of them
we hold our heart into cages
of glass and iron
we peep outside and wish for freedom
then close the doors
don’t look back
we act selfless to hide our desires
kill a little of ourselves
to make it look more polished
where others grin at mirrors,
we pick out flaws
we want to love all that death touches
but ourselves and our hearts.
Copyright ©
Anjali Gandhi
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