On a whim-a poem

 

On a whim

Why am I fearful in poetry

In words that are my very own

My secret scary demanding dreams

My thoughts when I am alone

 

Be my guest, fill my damn pool with love

Except that it’s an ocean

On my cozy sweater of memories

Weave me your emotion

 

My anxiety discomforts me like a headache

But your touch can change everything

Hug me warm in my tears

Bring me breakfast in bed and sing

 

My asks and demands and requests

My stubborn silly temperament

My mature deep discussions

My emotional need to vent

 

On most occasions I’m convinced I’ll be alone

Sometimes I win

But even when I get it all

I throw it away on a whim

 

And that is why I am fearful in poetry

In words that are my very own

My secret scary demanding dreams

My thoughts when I am alone

-Maithili

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