I Cried For Me by Prabha

I Cried For Me by Prabha

By / Poetics

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I Cried For Me

I cried for you
I held you in my mind,
as I sobbed so hard
I never knew I could,
especially for myself

Discouraged and denied
Falling asleep with my eyes
blinded with tears

Body racked with pain
Only to wake up to myself
jolting with uncontrollable sobs
At least three times

I’ve never experienced
the like before
I’m afraid I will never stop
My head aches
and my eyes are sore

When I stop,
I catch a breath
before I start again

I can barely see
as I try to get up
Running into the bathroom
to blow my nose

It’s early dawn and light
enough to catch myself
in the mirror

I can’t help notice
how red my eyes are
Leaning in closer,
holding onto the basin

All I see is me,
not you
I saw I was crying for me
Never you

©P Bathina 2019

 

Poetics describes a whole range of engagements with life that are storied, reflective and filled with imagination and inspiration, as opposed to analysis in the strict sense. When science rules, the magic fades. When thinking ascends the throne, the soul may atrophy. Yet poetics is not irrational – it is a take which reaches into a different aspect of our humanity – one where we can celebrate that which moves us, not dwell on what limits us. Expect surprises. One or many may lead. None or a few may follow and then decide to take the lead. This is a fluidity to break the mould of rigidity. Join us on this journey. Let us hold hands boldly and join voices transformatively. Prabha will be leading us. Feel free to join us.

 

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