Changes
many years ago

poetry fell from my fingertips

and out of my mouth

when the moment dug

her elbows into my stomach

I breathed you and released you

scent from the garland dancing in raven hair

the unusual witch walking her song amid

caustic spit

a cotton kameez swaying to wind

needle words bouncing off a steel heart

back when

memories were not so sticky

and belligerent and unkind

now, do not leave me alone

with either of them

neither my heart nor my mind.
['Rebeca Ansar']
['Creative Writing', 'Poetry', 'Poet', 'Poem', 'Emotions']