Memories of being in limbo by Prabha Bathina

Memories Of Being In Limbo by Prabha

Memories Of Being In Limbo

The cocoon of safety consumed with pain and anxiety
The voyage; long and painful,
Submerged in drugs and darkness to prevent any more pain for mum
Baby losing the fight to stay conscious and persevere.
Was this finally the end?
Baby is still, stuck in limbo
Waiting to go, but where?
There seems to be no fight left.
It’s been a long struggle, baby’s done her best
But wait, there’s a movement!
It’s coming from elsewhere
Cranium pain too intense to care from what or where
The darkness, the only safety.
Soon this thought drifts away with all the pain
Nothing, only numbness can be felt.
This is it,
The journey’s end.
More pain!
Baby feels a grip, by what?
There is no escape,
No fight.
What is happening? What’s going on?
Where is she going?
Out of the dark into the light.

(c)P Bathina 022019


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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