where do i look for the lost habit of believing
that the shadows may keep me safe?
what happened to the mirror i broke & crushed
to escape from my own trusted image?
why does the horizon remind me of unspeakable
truths and this nefarious need for pain?
how can i know if this is what they call living?
how do i get out of here without leaving?
© Anmol Arora
(Inter)National Poetry Month