sylvia

Posted: October 2, 2014 in writings
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Image – Off the Internet

Break into pieces
the bell jar, not spirit
Crush it beneath your feet
Dance on it
Stain the shards
with your blood
Walk in pain if you must
But walk, head held high
Free.

Breathe in the salty
summer sea air
Not the quicksand of vapor
Put pen to paper
Cry out your wild despair
Flowing words still the tears
more surely than
the merciless lap of cold steel.

Fling open the door to
where the children sleep
Tousle their hair
Whisper your care
Breathe in the salty
summer sea air.

Call on your muse, your love
Sylvia, Sylvia.
You were all that you needed.

© Anuradha Prasad

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