THE BEST IS YET TO COME
 
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- by shanta acharya
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She wears her motto inscribed
in golden letters inside her head,
walking through walls, invisible;
seeing the world as never before.

Grandmother, mother, wife, daughter, sister –
roles that defined her changing like litmus paper.

She’s not Charlie’s Angel just her own;
not Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty,
Savitri, Sita, or Draupadi.

She is Lady Lazarus –
rising phoenix-like, wondrous.

It takes a lifetime to be oneself,
translate the world in one’s own voice –

A kind of miracle really,
true creativity does not come cheaply.

It cannot be bought nor sold,
it’s a gift held in trust, not foretold.

It appears unexpectedly if it does
sometimes after years of patient preparation,

Of expecting nothing in return,
but ready to commit to a solitary vocation.
Often there’s magic if not recognition,

When words are born in ecstasy
swirling, mysterious arcs of light,
a celebration of colours, aurora borealis –
language, music, meaning in a trance dancing.

 
 
was published in November 2018
 
 
categories
 
Fiction
    Flash Fiction
    Short Story
Non-Fiction
    Essay
    Interview
    Narrative
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