LET'S GO

I sit there for some time
My face in my hands -
Bent. Bedraggled. Broken.
Knees digging into the sands.

A gust of wind blows my hair about
There's wind outside,
And tempests within.
Enough is enough, I decide.

"Come, let's go" I say to myself.
"I have to prove"
I say, "that I'm strong"
"Let's go..." I say. But do not move.

~ Riya ~

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