By Aditi Utreja
I know what it feels like
to be ripped apart
By what has made you feel weak
In the knees, each night
My trauma looks like
A shadow on the front wall of my bedroom,
I suppose
I know what it feels like
To inch closer to your fear
Although there's nothing in this world
That you're more afraid of
Than taking the next step
My trauma looks like broken payphones
On an unending deserted road, I suppose
I know what it feels like
To be tied to your own being tightly
When all you want to do
Is to break free from it
Before anyone gets to know
That you are still alive
My trauma looks like
A ghastly spell
On the happiest of evenings, I suppose
My trauma looks like everything
That I have around me
An empty room, a yellow lamp,
The man next door, the park so damp
I close my eyes
And hitch my hopes to all this being
Alright one day because hope
Hope, is a good thing
While my mother tells me
That my trauma is not.
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This poem won in Instagram Weekly Contest held by @delhipoetryslam on the theme 'Trauma'
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