Where not even shadows remain
Of the ships that have sailed
Yet I, somehow, managed to linger
It’s been quiet
All voices hushed
Here at the pier
The screams have been muffed
Anchored to the ground
All calls, only echoes
Vapors gone by
Only I remain
Sturdier than ever
True as the sun on the horizon
Waiting
For the spring that’s been promised
Creeping like ivy up the walls
Of my soul
Glistening with the freshness
Of the morning dew.
Isha Mital Author Bio:
Isha Mital is a visual artist and poet whose work is vibrant, unapologetic, and endlessly evolving. Her work has previously appeared in Sunday Mornings at the River, Where Meadows, Ink in Thirds Magazine, Full House Literary Magazine, SHINE International Poetry Series, Point Clear Press and others.
