On My Own

Srishti Jain

In the air of the city,

I feel like a hermit

sauntering across landscape

with lavenders

and a breeze

that welcomes me

where I always belonged.

It is serene waters

that touch my storm

wishing me luck

to never settle

but

embrace warm cuddles

that I chase within.

I see the sky turning

pink,

blue,

&

purple,

all the hues that prosper my energy

to bear the brunt of times

alone and afar.

It is to walk away

and

closer to the earth,

smelling its freshness

that scents of spring

that reminds me of

h o m e

where my mum writes me letters of love

but not sending them my way

rather making me strong in my skin

to be on my own.

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