Here…
I cry alone…
Squabbling with darkness…
About life’s vagaries and my vagina…
About how unfair it is…
How I feel all this pain,
I feel like I alone am not worthy of something…
That seems to be given so readily to so many around me…
Here…I cry alone…upon darkness’s shoulders
Into his arms, searching without a light
How many times have I loved and lost…
This full moon, I mourn many a lost moons…
The sun and moon and everything else,
Without even knowing what it means…
I mourn them all from the depth of my dark heart
I look in the mirror…
I see that I am the darkness
I have only collapsed unto myself to cry
I lie shivering…in this dark full moon day
I cry here…all alone…
Squabbling with the darkness that is me

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Iswarya Kannoth Veetil is a doctoral candidate at Amrita Vishwa Vidyapeetham University. Growing up books have always offered a ready world of adventure and comfort to this researcher. And when the weight of emotions is too much to bear, it spills out of her quill in prose and verse.