I am red
I slay myself in my wilderness
I am liberation,
Curling in front of my mirror…
Me,
With my nostalgic presence
Lying on a peacock painted turf,
A hawthorn standing there alone,
Behind my half- closed door
A tug of war within me,
Reversals,
Mowers too…
And on every birthday,
they give me
a set of
static collections...
Minnu Serah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-red/
