Unedited Me

Unedited Me.

Poets are supposed to be wise creatures
Not simpletons
They are supposed to be deeply profound
Not shallow
If and when suffering tears them apart
A grave solemnity and inherent
Philosophy should assist
And keep them buoyant.

All I have are deep profound sorrows
They are my roots and beginnings
When I did not even know
It could have been better.

All I have
Is my instinct for survival.
A lunatic laughter bubbling inside
That mocks derision and sorrow
When with bleak aspect and
Blank demeanor I turn
Face to the wall
When trust thrusts
Brutal knives
And a river of thirst
Can't be quenched with tears.

All I have then is
a little voice inside
Calling"Man up sister,
and get real.
"
And that's so much more
Than all the beautiful poetry
In the world.
That's my heart which thumps
To the beat of an entire universe.

Life you're but a fading line
On my greedy palm.
Nevertheless
I never say die.

This is all
My poetry and my purpose.
Let us be sufficient
Unto ourselves.

© Amrita Valan 2015