Karina Pandya

Day after day, it always began with the same thought Wondering if perhaps today, she should add in an extra squat. She constantly felt like a fugitive on the run, Running from calories, but also from someone,   Just a little, not a lot; Trying to cut down her space; her only spot. Day after day the amount she loved herself became less Wondering whom she was trying to impress.

I awoke from my slumber,  I awoke from my dream.  Memories came rushing to my mind, Of a distant past that I once knew....  I lay there awake and; The flickering light bulb tried to brighten the room.  I tried to fall asleep again,  Shut out the memories shut out the fear; But, the blinking lights still went on;  went on throughout the night I lay there on my bed… until the morning light.

Dusk turned into dawn yet he decided to finish the piece “You're a Caffeinated thinker, aren't you?” He slipped slowly, coffee was his hope.

‘I opened the door and quietly sneaked in.’ I opened the door and quietly sneaked in.   The lock made a funny loud pop and the hinges; they creaked as I slowly opened the door. I feared by parents would be awake, but to my surprise everyone was asleep. The fear swept over me as I faced the challenge of opening the front door. I came home feeling guilty, awkward and tongue-tied all at the same time. My stomach felt like it had been twisted into a tight knot. The dark house made me nervous and I suddenly became alert of any possible and minute sound in the room as I slowly made my way to my bedroom.   I slowly found my way to my bedroom door and slid on my bed. I pulled my covers over me; maybe in fear or maybe in guilt. I could still remember the voices, the creaking sound of the broken wooden floor. It was 4.45 am and I just couldn't get myself to fall asleep. I tossed and I turned but I had to block it all out. The voices, the sounds – from what I heard in...

It’s easy to hide behind pretense, Comfort yourself with just one more lie Happiness is an illusion, isn’t it? Chasing behind it, we build up this fence It’s chasing behind me…    It’s making me tense I am trying to find a way out, But there’s none I can find! They tell me to be strong, they tell me to cheer up, But I’m frozen in myself, frozen against time.   Despondent and deluded,   I wish I were free; If only I just knew how, Knew how it would feel …   Happiness – an emotion, something I could never be.  

I was too young when my life was uprooted,   I was left lost, confused and bewildered Who was I, where did I belong and where was I heading?  I had no clue... I was too young to understand what was happening to me. However, one thing was certain and that was …   I had to let go. Let go of the life that I once knew.   Let go of ama' and brother And all the childhood dreams...   memories that I had back home; Start a life all over again;  With a new beginning  and  fresh hope t hat, My once ripped apart childhood would never resurface again. Miles and miles away from home;   I took steps forward, Never, ever once retracing them backwards I had to let go; I had to live on; I had to let go.