Prena Poetry

There she sat at the end of a broken pavement at the violet shaking dusk; triedly murmuring about how she did not want the world to remember her for who she used to be, about how she wanted to erase the past that so defined the details of her inglorious life on this planet. She watched the tress and it’s grand silhouette, she wanted to be a tree. She watched the bees and birds, flee to their nest with a day full of hardwork, she wanted to be a bird. She watched the sky that has so beautifully homed the earth for eons and never got tired, she wanted to be the sky. She watched the sun setting down the hill, promising another beginning with every beautiful end. She wanted to sink underneath the soil and never retaliate the arms that failed to hold her or rise back to walk on the ground with a dream of being someone better than ever. And that was me, the girl who had everything and yet had nothing of her own. The girl who wanted to be anything and everything existing everywhere, expect she didn’t want to be herself.