A Wave
May 21, 2022
1 min read
Updated: Jul 11
Like the wave that reached my feet
When I had been a slave to my inner beast
I wouldn’t let myself sink either,
or sail
I wouldn’t let myself win either,
or fail
I was numb
frozen by my insecurities
I was stuck
paralysed by my footprints
I neither had the power to erase
nor the courage to move.
One day
The wave reached my feet.
It pulled me inside
knowing I was immobile
It is not easy to see through the blues.
My only options were to float, dive, or exist.
It instilled in me the courage to move forward.
Even if it meant engulfing the whole world.
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Credits
This poem was written by Krishna Guttikonda, proofread by Sreekar Ayyagari and photographed by Manohar Koviri.
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