Echoes of Eternity
A poem inspired by the quote : “I am a collection of dismantled almosts” written by Anne Sexton, Anne Sexton: A Self-Portrait in Letters
I am the fading faith sacrificed at the holy altar ,
passing past the shadows of the flickering flame
Oh how the ghee in the lamp overflows-
the fire hungrily rising to swallow my name
I am the hand slipping out of yours in farewell ,
let the yellow leaves and blue skies begone in time
Oh how it all never halts and goes on-
turning to ashes and dust before I can claim it as mine
I am the hopeful breath caged within your ribs ,
waiting to escape with the ever impatient heart
Oh how this river never rests-
with a current so furious that I fear I might just fall apart
I am the prayer composed of slipping syllables and words half alive ,
tunes and tones of “oh” and “what if” held within
Oh how it’s melody stretches over till eternity-
as if the ice of time has melted into drops of heavenly Life akin
©️ Nitya Sharma 2023. All rights reserved.
Gratitude note :
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