By Malavika Shekhar
Sky falls,
Red as Mars-
Chains and shackles
Of fears and doubts.
Impostor syndrome peaks-
I wail and scream.
Proving is the way,
Way to freedom-
A lie you feed me,
And it burns my insides,
Sharp like poison,
Fragmenting who I am.
Who are you to claim me?
To feed off my energy?
Break me down a thousand times-
I will shout at the top of my lungs,
Let'em explode,
And still, I will burn fiercer.
I will alchemize-
Every lie,
Every wound,
Every pain.
A wounded healer-
That could be my name.
Oh, you are so blind.
Blind to what I’m made of.
Perhaps I am too.
Yet I know parts of it-
Parts you haven’t seen yet.
Parts that come from
The light, fire, and atoms
Of the One.
They mother me,
They sharpen my blades,
They know-
I have demons to slay.