My reluctant fingers
strain against your grasp
I hear the wind
in your voice
blow the words away
I try to read them
on your lips
Sorry, you seem to be saying
Your voice cracks
I think of lightning
cleaving my world
The rain from your cloudy eyes
fails to douse my anger
Perhaps you see
the fire in my eyes
It travels through my skin
scalding yours
You let go of my hand
Light-headed, I turn away
The air rushes to my lungs
I breathe again
If I don't look back
I know I will be free
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
strain against your grasp
I hear the wind
in your voice
blow the words away
I try to read them
on your lips
Sorry, you seem to be saying
Your voice cracks
I think of lightning
cleaving my world
The rain from your cloudy eyes
fails to douse my anger
Perhaps you see
the fire in my eyes
It travels through my skin
scalding yours
You let go of my hand
Light-headed, I turn away
The air rushes to my lungs
I breathe again
If I don't look back
I know I will be free
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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