The Albatross

Posted: August 13, 2018

Can an anchor be your support, or does it weigh you down?

I was a bud, battling against the storm

I longed to be caressed by dawn

I longed to be enchanted

I unfurled my tender petals and was enamoured by your sheen

You welcomed my blossom and embraced my naivete

You brought meaning to my existence, you brought life

You were the pole star, I anchored on you to spread my fragrance

As time and storm gained wistful wings,

your sheen burned and scorched me

The blossom withered against your rage and might

In vain I try to loose the anchor

Only to see that it hangs heavy

Heavy around my neck like the albatross that I’d hunted and

Weighs me down in the name of culture, womanhood and society.

First published at author’s blog

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