Draped in rain, have come
memories which were hidden
in the dreamcatcher, slowly
making their way from its
threads and touching me
like a gentle breeze, bringing
back the ocean of emotions
I've buried deep within. I
look up at the sky to breathe
a little before diving into
the sea where love seemed
stagnant, where letters are
turning into ashes without
fire, where fireflies snatch
wishes to make their wings,
where flowers bloom from
dead dreams, and where each
word echoes something long
forgotten. I see a glimpse of
someone who looks like me,
scared yet brave, strong yet
gentle, walking on a thread.
Unraveling each thread,
I wonder, "Who's really me?
Is it her or me?"
©payal jaswal
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