When my voice cracks like ice hitting tepid water,
Let it break like waves, crashing into only rocks and sand
When my heart bursts with rage,
A tiny atom splitting inside of my chest,
Let it burn out quickly and smoulder into love
When the tears begin to fall and flood, as though they may never stop,
Let them water the dry ground beneath me till the seeds begin to sprout.
When my hands cover my ears to muffle the wretched sounds,
Let my fingers slightly part to let in the songs I need to hear
And when I find my voice again to speak,
When the words I’ve been searching for across continents are finally found…
Let them be heard.
–Leah Chatterjee
trotting along the pony trail 