The Tempest Within
written by: Mary Annie A.V.
The emerging
Between the breaking
and the emerging,
I dream.
I dream of being crushed
before
I take flight.
As my wings flutter
to dry,
my folded wings
plead for room
to breathe,
the leaf’s broad palette
for me,
to color my dreams
before I am ripped open
left to bleed.
Words
And as for words,
we had many.
it was the love
we still sought for!
Poem
In the lassitude of the night
I dip in my quill.
The ink in me
spills over the page.
Pages
The torn pages
need no more reading.
The mirror has fun
reading a torn shattered me.
The birth
In the distances
the tempest keeps raging.
Closer,
be gathered
into her silent womb.
Dr. Mary Annie A.V., writes under the pen name Anna Maria (Tvpm). She has two collections of poems to her credit and is working on the third and has been published in various anthologies in India and abroad, and featured in many personal blogs. Resides in Kerala, India, along with her husband.
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