Wounds used to be my friends
I would romanticise them
Valorise them
Like some religions valorised poverty
Like some leaders valorised 'Harijans'
Like some cultures valorised women
No longer do I court them
I realised clarity is power
And sorted is super-cool
Some ghosts of past are angry
And some current poltergeists chagrined
That I no longer
Walk into their traps
But I care not
The only loss I feel
Is of
Good, dense poetry
Ha ha!
-
Chandni Girija
April 10, 2021
Day 10 of 30 | 30 Poems in 30 Days | National Poetry Writing Month #napowrimo
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