I wish I could navigate the minefield of my mind Its corners dark and undefined. One step too far, it all explodes It explodes, my being erodes. I walk through slowly with a hopeful face Behind me, anxiety soon gives chase.
Anxiety stabs me, sanity's scorcher And as I weep, I'm ****** to self torture. Cut in the heart by worries future to past I'm paralyzed to think this day is my last. I break the mirror, shouting at my appearance Meandering in camouflage is my only clearance.
I'm comforted by brief moments of peace But it's back to the minefield as those cease. I sit and smile as I amputate In this personal **** I create. And I shudder to think of an eternity bound To this forsaken battleground.
There are days that my heart can't take how much pain women are having to carry in their hearts all the **** time. We hold the scars close, digging at them behind closed doors and discussing it in hushed tones.
Our homes are not ours. They're a minefield of memories we'd rather bury with our own walking carcasses.
Then maybe, we'll set ourselves on fire in the hope that maybe, just maybe, we'll be respected in death like Sati.
And then they'll say, "What a brave life she led!"
Or maybe something to the effect of, "Maybe we should have heard her screaming before she even walked into the pyre."