A poem not just a poem until it......

A poem is just a poem until it saves your life.
Teardrops beat against the rhythm of my mind, my limbs do their best to sink instead of swim.
Breath races out of my lungs, away from this coffin.                                                                                     Inside, a trapped soul yearns, confusing calling.
Words pound at my door, but my ears ring hollow.                                                                                                I tighten my shackles, making this pain my home.


A poem is just a poem until it open your eyes.        
I hear it first, a twinkling music that lifts me, soothing, then ripping the chains from my soul.
Enveloping me, wiping the mud from my eyes. Angle’s breaths wash over me, bathing me in halos.                                                                                  Darkness sheds its skin as the universe beckons.
I step into freedom, reborn on a comet’s wings.


A Poem is just a poem until it completes you.
Rekindled passion tastes like summer strawberries, like blooming vineyards dripping with springtime.                                                                Hope smells faintly of roasting embers that take flight, shaping into a phoenix that light all shadows aflame.                                        These songs are craved from the heartbeat of the Earth, where they flow through my veins and into my bones.

A poem is just a poem, but it is so much more.  

                         ~khushboo.♥️

                           25.3.2021