Nursing this stillness maturing inside me

It’s an ache so raw, almost like a blistered sheet
knotted up and made into small buds
confined to their limited spaces
and all I want
is to breathe without an anchor

To canoe without oars

Just floating and then to
sink
this coma
in the very rivers it gave birth to

And to be back
among the chaotic leaves

c.r. Malintha Perera 2015

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