Umoored


Unmoored
I will be fine, I say, weaving the reluctant words
into a blanket of pretence I wrap around myself
not noticing the shroud of silence that it has become

I see myself as a romantic recluse
turning my back on the harsh truths
that will illuminate the lies I tell myself

The seclusion I profess to embrace with such ardour
silently digs its fangs into me, filling me with venom
that poisons the courage I need to get through each day

The walls I’ve built crowd menacingly around me
The solitude I once craved is suffocating
And I drift, umoored, in an empty world

© 2017 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved

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3 thoughts on “Umoored

  1. “turning my back on the harsh truths
    that will illuminate the lies I tell myself”

    This is so so true. Are we turning our backs on the world or merely on what the world reflects of ourselves? A wonderful line.

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