I read a story today,
and it reminded me of you.
They found a new procedure,
or so the article said,
to operate on the inoperable.
I laughed – Inoperable,
I remember that word,
it was the first time,
I sought beauty in sharp edges.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Lachrymae by Lord Leighton Federic (Source: http://www.metmuseum.org/art/)
Some people are so much a part of your essence
that you don’t know where you end and they begin.
It is simply one energy manifested in two bodies.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
The truth of whom I am,
cannot be found in the
words in this poem
but the ones that lay
rejected at my feet.
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
Fear digs its claws in, as my scream burrows deeper.
The wings of the beast, rake my heart
Burning me from the inside out
Tears fall softly,
Salting the inside of my mouth
Acidic
Sour
Depriving
As the voice rushes out, the air escapes
Stealing the story, sealing the pain
An exhale of breath… a suspended gasp…
Inhale… grasp at the words
Exhale… lose more of your tale
Inhale… take in the despair that surrounds
Exhale… watch your soul fracture
Chest expanding, wings growing,
A cocoon in the drapery of dark,
Of night,
Of all that is left
Fragments, residues and pieces of a whole life story
Untold
Broken
Lost
© Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
