I Am Not My Mother by Mahima Kapoor

You are the horrid moon
that seeks to wreak havoc
inside me, with a rope
you pull me to you, and I
let you, and I leap high
and higher and higher,
always assured that I’m about
to reach you, but you’re
only close enough to
make me dance to your tune,
far enough to know that
no matter how high a tide
you draw from me, it will
never be high enough to
come swelling and swirling
and gushing and gurgling
into your orbit, so you follow
the earth, round and round
and round, and you hope
that I will be satisfied with
my haphazard and futile tries,
but you have forgotten that
the earth might be my mother,
but I cannot be contained
like her, and I will be the ocean
only to let all the anger trapped
inside me rise up and up to
come back as a hurricane
and swallow all that it can,
so I can start a new life,
severed from the rope you hold.

 

 

 

mahima-kapoorMahima Kapoor is an undergraduate student from India. She identifies herself as a feminist, is an avid reader, and is very passionate about poetry. She also writes, is socially awkward, and as such, loves to lose herself in books, ink, and her own words, away from the world outside and yet a part of it.

Mahima Kapoor
… is a contributing guest author for Germ, which means the following criteria (and then some) have been met: possessor of a fresh, original voice; creator of fresh, original content; genius storyteller; superlative speller; fantastic dancer; expert joke teller; handy with a toolbox; brilliant at parties; loves us as much as we love them.

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