The Expansion and Contraction of Me, poetry by Deepikaa Chaand
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The Expansion and Contraction of Me

The Expansion and Contraction of Me

written by: Deepikaa Chaand


Coping, walking, coping
pacing, racing, pacing
panting, life is daunting, so haunting, I am dismally left wanting

they carved me clean and removed my soul with surgical precision
and since then I walk on my hands with my head tucked under an arm,
my feet tied to my waist

I am a rubix cube having a hollow implosion, a slow explosion,
I am a sphere with acute angles,
I am an odd shape with no name
housing a fistful of air that houses my presence

as my fingers relax their grip,
and my palms open into vulnerability,
my essence flies away like pulverized stones
into the eccentricities of the winds

and poof, I’m gone

Bring me back someone.

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