Almost There

As I navigate my final abyss before reclamation,

My purpose,

Wield of compassion,

A nagging voice,

Keeps yelling and telling,

Chop chop, chop- chop,

So, I blur the noise,

With my own voice,

And reaffirm to Myself,

We are celebrating,

The last leg of the curveball…

Almost there;

And where we go,

Is a noise proof space,

We can only bring inner voice …

– Rupika Moitra

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