And, Then.. Poem by Sumita Jetley

And, Then..



somehow, i calculated
i seem to be having lost hold
and grip

on the thing called 'myself'
i held a hand out to myself

a sort of rescue

Thursday, February 22, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: myself
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and, definitely i needed to hold my own hand.ascertained
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