Five Years
By Mitra Samal

They tell me that five years is a long

stretch of time, but it just seems like

a road trip I took yesterday,

The moments crashing down

like falling trees,

plummeting swiftly along my

memory lane.

The sun has come out, it’s beams

unfurling in the blue sky,

The blueness that the sea reflects.

That doesn’t erase the dark nights

I have known when the ship of love sank

in the swirling depths of the ruthless sea.

The light doesn’t proof that there weren’t

any wolf-shaped clouds that unleashed

their storms upon our fragile world.

Forgetting the past doesn’t mend the

wounds, and vague recollection doesn’t

offer any solace.

I have confronted my demons time and

again, each encounter leaves me a

little stronger than before.

Five years may not feel overly long,

but it’s enough time to ponder the pain.

The scars may not fade but the wounds

have healed and maybe, just maybe,

I will get used to the traces left behind.

Who knows? Five more years from now,

they may even begin to humour me!