Heavy lies the head that wears the halo by Anubhuti (India)

They say all angels have soft skin
And wings made of white
They say they tread lightly
And spin gold through the mere sound of their voice

But they don’t tell you
About the tearing of the flesh when the wings come
How you never know how dark blood really is 
until it is all over your hands

They wanted me to be soft, to be vulnerable
But look how much that has taken from me

They don’t tell you how you’ll lose count of the hours spent
Rubbing the dead of you

I am Sisyphus 
Forced to roll this boulder over and over without breaking even a frown

I should tell you to use your voice
Because one day you’ll look up and it will no longer be there




Anubhuti is a high school senior living in the hot bowels of Mumbai.She spends her time fretting over things she should probably be doing right now and musing over inconsequential things. However, when she finds pockets of peace in her busy schedule(fretting and musing) she can be found writing or reading.