Sanity

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the stars have fallen tonight
and resting on my fingertips
swaying in the palm of my hands
slipping towards
my wrist
and stuck to my sharp elbow.
my heart is mesmerized
counting the stars
forming a canopy over my arm
evenly spread like water bubbles.
I am effusive seeking happiness
in stars and whole constellation
penetrating the holes of my skin
emanating radiance and lightening my mind,

mind //

people call me insane.
sometimes out of logic.
I tell them
don’t talk to me
about sanity these days
It’s excessive to consume and swallow.

the stars teach me of bringing light in darkness
and moon of company in loneliness
the trees teach me of standing firm from the roots
And flowers. flowers are rejuvenating
My Maa shows me the immense strength
and power of womanhood and benevolence,
Grandmaa radiates pools of pride and self respect.
I assume that’s sane.
I am seeking.
I am learning.
I am rising.

People call me insane.
I tell them,
Don’t talk to me
about sanity these days.

-SHREYA