To hold the breath,
Till it’s more than one can take.
To close the eyes, And dream that one’s awake.
To fight so hard,
On an endless lonely road.
To live a rotten promise,
Already murdered by the system.
Barely a woman, Still wearing hair in pigtails.
A human in chains,
But a third eye to see.
Gokarna beach, India, 2009.
Poem by face reading Master, Eric Standop.
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