You can’t unmake

or remake ..

or break her..

because she picked her scattered bones

from the womb of the earth,

from thirsty sands and ocean pits

and glued them to her soul with

warm blood, hot tears, sweat and sticky hope..

and built  herself limb by limb from a faint heart beat,

a fading pulse.

You can’t because

she is her truth

despite the moments when she failed herself..

through moments of extreme rage and extreme docility

when she let go of  herself

to become someone she is not..

But she  still is

herself

irrevocably

because through everything that shuddered

and shook and raged

and stayed and left

and broke and came together

despite fissures in the soul

and holes in the heart

and the frayed edges of peace

and bloody knees

and death and fire and floods

and a calm that spoke of nothingness

she clutched her hand and never let go

because through all the things that stopped and did not move..

she  walked..

Reema Moudgil is the author of Perfect Eight (http://www.flipkart.com/perfect-eight-9380032870/p/itmdf87fpkhszfkb?pid=9789380032870&_l=A0vO9n9FWsBsMJKAKw47rw–&_r=dyRavyz2qKxOF7Yuc