Singing my body
A Poem by S. Rupsha Mitra
The body turns into the dark silhouettes
Angrily screaming at the lost weight of dreams.
The mirror glistens in lonesome need
The body howls in abandoning belief.
It turns around and swirls
Like a levitating soul.
Then it takes chakkars as it unfurls.
And rests as a yogi in Vipassana.
It takes a look at the surging glass,
Dusted and seems broken as the cornered vase of this so called home.
The body beholds its own image, withdrawn and torn yet old,
It looks at the scratches in disbelief, hugs itself in cold.
Shivering legs, quivering hands, the body sheds its tiresome skeins in healing.
What it thought and escaped as meagre
Had turned into fire gleaming.
It now adores its tanned wounds,
Glistening bright as if emerging from the blight.
A phoenix in flight.
The body secures its missing parts
After years of being scattered apart, and yet again one abusive scene,
Still the body cries vehemently how it must be
seen –
its blemished golden gleam and fiery coal eyes, its crooked surfaces but shining rose gold white
The body dances all night
To find the silken sky radiant in morning sun.
To find its beautiful desiring
its revolving brahmanda within.
Incandescent, alight as it finds its safe home.
This poem was written in honor of Pride Month. At Audacity, we will continue to stand with the LGBTQ+ community and amplify their stories.
Meet the Writer
S. Rupsha Mitra is a student from India with a penchant for everything creative. Her writing can be found in literary magazines like Birmingham Arts Journal, North Dakota Quarterly, and Mekong Review.
