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written by: Megha Sood



You are clipping
my wings
to suit your needs;
you are breaking
my bones
to fit me inside a
cookie cutter;
caulking and
smoothing my
rough opinions
just so you please;
tightening the strings
to make this puppet dance
to your tune wildly;
You are bending
my will
and twisting
my emotions to
suit your needs;
you are choking
my dreams
so you can save
some air for
your luxury;
my bones are brittle
but I have an iron will;
you can bend me
but can’t break me
from within;
like molten lava
I melt
but I have the strength
of mountains
hidden in me;
I give birth
to new lands
and can melt
your sorry
in a blink of an eye
you see.

Megha Sood

Megha Sood

Megha Sood lives in Jersey City, New Jersey. She is also a contributing author at GoDogGO Cafe, Candles Online, Whisper and the Roar and Poets Corner.
Her works have been featured in GoDogGoCafe, Whisper and the Roar, Duane Poetree, Visual Verse, Poets Corner, Modern poetry, Spillwords Press, Indian periodicals, Literary heist, Little Rose Magazine, Cafe Writer's Magazine, The Quiet Corner, Vita Brevis, Modern Literature, and coming up in Poethead and many more.
She recently won the 1st prize in NAMI NJ Dara Axelrod Mental Health Poetry contest. She blogs at Megha's World.
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