By Ayushi Jaiswal
Crawl inside this body-
Not the skin stretched like a canvas,
Not the smile soldered to the mask,
Not the bones standing like cathedral beam,
But the marrow of my being,
Where light has never been.
Find me where I am most ruined-
The garden weeded with regrets,
The walls crumbled by the silent wars,
The dark skies where hope fell,
Find me in the rooms of abandoned joy,
Where I am just a doll, gripped by grief like a toy.
Love me there-
In the broken halls of self-doubts,
In the hollow space where dreams collapsed,
In the corners where I am just a sin,
Love me as light shines upon surfaces so dim,
Seeping into cracks, filling my voids,
Adorning decay with emeralds, turning dust into life.
Trace the fault lines with tenderness-
Love me as ivy loves ruins,
Behind the façade, across the illusions,
Press your lips to the cracks sinful,
Love them, call them beautiful,
Do not mend, me-
There’s no fixing the ancient,
But breathe through its truth,
Be the wind that carries away the ash,
Be the light that shines softly through broken glass.
If you love me here-
The brokenness I try to hide the most,
The place I am afraid to be seen the most,
Then you do not just love my pieces,
You become the blood that makes me whole with stitches.
By Ayushi Jaiswal
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