By Khushi Arora
My eyes have
been a comfort place
for hopelessness
yet my lips
have the brightest shades of smiles.
My heart feels out of breath
but I have the loudest stories to tell.
my legs feel numb, tangled in the grip
of an unhealed past,
yet I walk each day.
My mind feeds on my nights, its parasitic,
but there’s an abundance of creative flow.
Yes, it’s all me, we coexist.
By Khushi Arora
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