By Mallika Kanneganti
I am not the door you slam in anger
Splintered and falling off of its hinges.
I am not the mess you shove under your bed
Forgotten, stone-cold, gathering dust.
I am a melting iceberg
Shrinking but staying afloat
Yet also a heavy storm cloud
Bringing Hell to the sky
I am a tumbleweed breezing
Through my own journey,
A flame in the night sky
Burning until the night turns to ash.
By Mallika Kanneganti
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