Anatomy of a body

I am a devotee to grief.
And I fear, nothing weighs more than my country's shadow.
I section my body into two parts.
Loss;
I hold this home the way loss holds an orphaned child.
Beneath my neck, I have concealed all the places I have ever found comfort.
Darkness;
No one understands what I carry except me.
Who holds a shattered thing and find beauty?
Forgive me, if this poem refuses to sit well in your throat but
since inception, nothing in my country has ever sat well with me.
Still, I try to unrobe myself.
Beyond this picture, I try to grow wings.
I try to fold myself in between happiness.
Because Maa once said " Light needs darkness to shine".