We know it is here
Sometimes hard, tumbling down things that’s put
Soft sometimes, caressing your hair
Giving chills under your ear lobes
It’s there always yet we never know
Shows up sometimes, sometimes kept low-key
Feels like constant, therefore least bothered.
I feel it’s broken
Listen you will learn, harken like never before
You will know it’s broken breath
Can we plaster it and give it some time?
To let it heal and fix the deep scars
That we cared, never before.
To let it join and hear it blowing constantly
With paper plasters of sugary words.
Let’s glue it together, the million pieces
Hopefully joining the broken wind.
Sushma X
