Akriti Jain

Dear Sylvia,

More of me lives away from my existence
Pieces swimming oceans
Burning with forest fires
Roaming naked unlike my caged spirit
Running wild with rage, absolute anarchy
More of me dwells in thunderstorms and hurricanes
That threaten you and the survival of this dusty world
In the hearts of rebels, souls of sycamores and in indefinite shades of art.
I breathe i breathe i breathe.
I’m the high tides of the troubled sea
And the courage in the eyes of lost wanderers
I’m expanding in every direction, I’m infinite.

I’m broken into
A million fragments,
But I’m universe.

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