Culture Shock, Vol. 3 Sept 2002  |  Poetry



 
Author/ Medha
Medha is an eclectic mix of anything one can think of. She has mood swings, but she usually she is cheerful and carefree. She doesn't like being serious. Quite the contrary, she likes to laugh. Medha is melancholy. She likes writing prose and whimsical poetry, carrying a tune in her head. Visit her at http://innervosa.net/13/.



 
Photography/ Emily
A seventeen-year-old idealist, Emily was brought up on small town values and sentiments and the idea that if and when you want something, you work for it. She is infamous for her bad hair days (literally), her laughs, and her careless stumbles over words, as if there are too many things she wants to say and she can’t get them all out fast enough. She dreams of going backpacking in Spain, living on a Welsh farm for a few months, riding horseback in Austria, and someday, meeting Joaquin Phoenix. Visit her at http://solo.katgyrl.com.


PHOTOGRAPH © 2002 EMILY  

What would it be like,
to have belongings small enough
to fit into a bag,
and walk out the door
without turning back?

would I be plagued with guilt?
would images of happier times,
flash through my mind
(as shown on tv, like they love to say)?

or perhaps,
the feeling of utter freedom,
no strings attached,
could make me smile
more than I have
for the past ten years.

but in any case,
my leaving would not leave behind
hearts left broken,
nor wounds left unhealed.
the only one who would care
has gone to a place
so far, that no matter how many times I write,
replies will never be expected.

so it's for the best that I leave,
and never turn back,
for regret hurts the insides,
and never heals.

Copyright © 2002 Medha
http://innervosa.net/13/


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