Poem: Window

Bark, by Anahata Giri

Bark, by Anahata Giri


Peer through this window

into a home

where there is secret and 

terrible unhappiness.

See us

sliced off

from each other.

We are shards of glass

from the mirror


The window frames us together,

in the aftermath,

standing, each in our shameful wound,

unreachable to the other.

We know fragmentation 

in the place 

of ourselves that should be intact.

Step away from the window now,

There is no family here.

Anahata Giri 2017