Silhouette
The crimson sky beckons,
She watches silently—
her dreams etched
across a sliding canvas,
where a thousand hues merge into one.
She reaches out to grab her slice of hope,
her heart steels up to pick up the broken pieces,
she resolves to become whole again
and renew the vow she made to herself,
many moons ago.
A thousand questions plague the mind—
Will she live out her dreams?
Will she be able to walk past the thorny hedges
to save her skin?
And ignore their diktats?
They—who stole away her chances,
and forced her to abandon her dreams?
She’s learning to ignore
what doesn’t serve her any more;
ready to go afoot
as the journey beckons to her.
There is no turning back,
Not any more.
She smiles, for she knows that
no barricades, human or otherwise,
can stop her now.
The crimson sky beckons again.
She watches silently—
her dreams etched
across a sliding canvas,
where a thousand hues merge into one.
This piece of non-fiction is based on the word prompt ‘Silhouette‘ published for #FictionMonday, a blog hop hosted by my friend Vinitha Dileep on her lovely blog, ‘Reflections’.
I wish many women would find inspiration in your words, dear Esha! Beautiful!
Profound! It’s time we stopped listening to the naysayers and start living our dream life as we had intended years ago. Loved reading this beautiful piece, Esha.
This reflection and poetry is a divine prayer to women facing so much in life and aspirations becoming lost in a patriarchal world. Social construct is killing so many dreams and it’s a real tragedy Esha. Your words are profound and deep when we look what women go through every second and minute built over the years.
Wow!