Green Dilemma

Green Dilemma short poem

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Today I heard her say something very beautiful,
I wanted to tell her but instead I tugged at my heart and shut it up.

The greedy spirit wrenched of its riches? Ridiculous.

It’s easier this way, trapping them deep.
Words, venom, thoughts, darts.

Letting out is way too demanding…wearisome even,
The whole façade and the keeping up…the replenishing.

I worry it will leave me barren one day…judged and parched.
But the gnawing doesn’t stop…this worry it claws, it craves.
So much shrouded in jumbled layers …the love, the filth.

It’s safer I believe,
Choosing a veiled soul over mould freckled love notes.

It is foolishness. To assume that choices last for a lifetime.
She’ll say something again, soon…and this time I won’t find it as beautiful.
I’ll think I will tell her. She may know what I mean.
It is foolishness. To believe in veils.

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Shamala Chandran

It is foolishness. To assume that choices last for a lifetime. – very true! but sometimes we are just slaves to our choices..


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