Poems by
Reeti Mishra

Being Myself

a poem by Reeti Mishra

To me
the air seems to be trapped.
Within the closed walls,
there is an air of suffocation all around
and everywhere.

There must be a way out-
a way out
to light.
A way
to myself.

Love gives parts of yourself to others
and it gives
them powers
over you
and the key to yourself.

It erodes the heart, the mind, the soul…

But maybe,
it will all lead me back
to my own very self.
Maybe it will free me
from the stinging intimacy of being part of it all,
only to make me free…
only to make me free
to being myself.