I jumped off a cliff and survived.
I stepped into the fire and came out alive.
No matter how hard I tried,
Fate held the strings of my life
Knotted around their needles so tight,
And the bladders of my life’s oxygen didn’t seem to die.
It later dawned on me that it’s the
Handwriting on my walls that will decide,
For if it’s not yet time for the ferryman
To row me off from the living world,
Across the rivers Styx and Acheron,
Then I still have a purpose
And I still have shed loads of time
To stay alive and shine
And understand there’s no need for suicide.
Vaishnavi Sathish is yet to finish her schooling but has a flair for literature and fine arts. She lives in Pondicherry, India, and has recently published a maiden collection of 39 of her poems under the title Sunflowers of the Dark.
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