Snehal GoyalCORNERED STORIES
Looking out from the corner of my window
Hidden away from prying eyes I watch people come and go As I leave my thoughts behind And sometimes I wait tucked into The corner of my desk Here I can be as small as I like Not giving in to insecurity or stress Behind the corner of my door I take unthinkable thoughts All that I must not do Is allowed in this safe spot Up and down I often go Without a worrying care But silence and noise both I feel In the corner below the stairs Small objects I collected From childhood until now Are hidden beneath the dust Narrating stories of memories And so in these corners I have come to realize I leave little bits of me Hopes, dreams, fear and lies . |