Survival

Dying
Letting be
what is, I am hanging
by a tree.
Life twists me
and shakes me
It wants me to scream,
So I scream out loud
for the mountains to hear
But feel nothing.
I am singing
through the winds
Breathing
is all that is left
to my heart
so I am breathing in every hope
and breathing out every thought
and leaving nothing
for my stomach to digest;
My heart is beating
like a slow poison-
and the days are passing
through a bus window
to some other place …
But nothing can take me away;
I am not going
anywhere.

Priyanka
18th Feb. 2009