Coming Up For Air

September 21, 2016 by Usha Pisharody 6 Comments

That cloud burst.
Aeons worth of vagrant
Intangible, angst-ridden
Thoughts, condensed
On knots of pain.

The dam burst.
Brimming over,
Churning, pushing
Through
Them angst-ridden emotions.

Washed away.
Submerged.
Fighting, to hold on.

Till I finally
Said.
Or did they?

Let go.

LET GO.

I did.
Rootless, wild
Thrashing, calming.

I let go.

And just like I knew.

I was finished…

21 September, 2016