Stepping into the almost-outside,
the place for almost-theres and
I recall the bluest of dreams,
trying to inhale some colour back
onto my cheeks and leave the
indoor pallor behind. I throw
crushed flowers and lacerated petals
to the wind, watching them sweep away
into delicate counterpoints –
so much more subtle than stones
trying to defy gravity.
There is a grace and poise to
this limbo where I stand: I know
I was supposed to fall,
like hopeful pebbles clattering
to reality. Yet I remain suspended in
levitation of the most human sort –
a balcony to catch my fall.
Sidrah is a 28 year-old Pakistani poet in the UK. She is a teacher, reader, writer and collector of hobbies; she dabbles in painting, photography and martial arts. She has been writing since she was 13, but has only recently begun to showcase her work. She tends to write shorter pieces focused on strong imagery: an encapsulation of one moment, one feeling.
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