Dissociation
written by: Kruthi Onteddu
it starts with unanswered questions –
what’s worse,
words almost said or
words said and never meant?
it starts with my mother,
young again,
black ebony hair flowing to her hips,
ruby eyed in the picture,
earnest, hopeful.
It starts with a promise
of want, not kept.
of a life barely lived.
it starts with the fading of time –
a minute into the next
into the next into the next,
a sliver of hope to
ease the lengthening of days
it starts with hands –
firm, steady, soft,
but never reached out to.
it starts with the mirror-
me,
looking back at me,
reaching out to me.
Hi, I'm a seventeen year old girl from Andhra Pradesh who believes poetry makes the world a better place.
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