When the water is Dark

Kate’s lip was cracked. She ran with all her struggle.
A few petals of autumn leaves fell on her naked back,
torn clothes revealed her scars now,
The heinous brutality was a dark cage
People said it will be alright. So she fought.
She fell in the web of masked society. Hard to inhale
hard to smile, locking horns with the concealed brown pit
Splash of waters did not soothe her skin, now her sagging vapid skin
So she fought again.
She knitted courage from her belly button expanding to her gazing eyes,
The once charmed, innocuous smile
full of dynamite forever.
People still say Kate will be alright.


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my valiant soul

A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins.

29 thoughts on “When the water is Dark”

  1. This makes my heart tremble and break. You’re words are always so full of emotion to the point of bursting. Do you have a book for sale? I live in the US.


  2. Lovely prose poetry. Again, your unique style of description is pleasing. I really enjoyed the image of ‘knitting courage from her belly button’ for courage has always been said to come from the heart but I believe one has to have the stomach to be courageous. Let’s hope Kate ends up okay.

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  3. So now I find myself wondering what a Buddhist feminism would look like, since Buddhism has been presented to me as a rejection of struggle while feminism requires struggle. Since I’m a fan of both, it startles me to think of them in opposition on such a basic level.

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