A Poet's Journey by Manivillie Kanagasabapathy
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
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… Continue reading Day 58: My Story
