By Amrita Valan
Can you tell me? How to be bouncy old-fashioned Resilient? And so happy? Somewhere inside The springs got broken And now I fall so flat So very flat inside A cardboard cut out. Walking around Like the shadow of myself On bare non reflective walls. Tinkering with well being I polish the black marble Of my kitchen counter. Turning off the lights, There's a reflective glow Of red and green dots From the reverse osmosizer. And it says it all. You must be happy You must reverse the flow. No. Don't dam up your tears But what is bleeding out Let it hydrate your heart. The leaching of inner acid Stares me down The walls of corrosion Winning every time. On my hands and knees I clean the tiles. To glossy absolution Kneel down genuflection. Punishment is submission With full comprehension. One must rebel Arise on broke knees. The phoenix must Be spent For blood bone and flesh To transubstantiate dust and ashes into God Fodder of resurrection. The fuel for Another rising. I must say it. I am. Happy as I can be. And perhaps That's good enough. For now. The wings Must be earned. Broken feathers arraigned. The heart is reverend. Not appeased by Shallow depths.