Help

 

I wish I could help

but I don’t know how.

I wish you’d ask

but you don’t know how.

 

Try make sense

of the days gone by,

Pull up the covers

pretend nothing’s wrong.

 

Match our outsides

with the glossy magazines

Spend our breath

on shimmer and gold.

 

Incessantly consuming, 

to ease the pain inside

the ancestral curse,

Perpetuating, passing on-

A legacy-we hold on.

 

Fear runs thick- like blood

shame worn on our skins

lest we forget-all we have forgotten.

Past holding us on

a short leash

lest we wander off

in search of a better tomorrow.

Anubha Mamgain