New Life

New Life

After dark, mourning.
Sunrise captures me.
Golden into blue
floods the eastern sky.
I smile, I want
to laugh and cry
all at once.
The chains around me
groan as they slowly loosen:
link by link
they untwist
from around my neck.
My heart, still so heavy
feels the rushing of the air
as a tiny bird flies,
singing a sweet song
stirring a new life into me.

– Sudhira Hay.


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