I Can Heal, It Can’t

It went sliding roughly, across that pitched highway 

The floor perfectly painted,

The painting of devotion and connection in red

When my eyes closed, all I felt was the shared sense of adventure, and grips of the throttle.

 

When they opened, I see the white bedsheets and the cannolis in my hand

When I move, a sharp pain rises in my arm, 

Covered in bandages and gauges.

Too much pain to move, too little energy to speak, yet my eyes did not shed a single tear.

 

But when I saw, my dearest, my bike

My heart shattered, in a way it never did before

My eyes couldn’t stop it’s tears 

The broken pieces of its handlebars hurt more than my broken bones.

The scratch in its body burns so much more than the scratch in my legs.

 

With every wound I encounter, my heart gets a deeper pain

With its headlights broken, I feel myself blind.

With the puncture in the tire, I feel the fracture.

With its number plate getting scratched, I feel my name disgraced.

 

With every parts breaking, my eyes sheds

Sheds harder and louder, screaming in pain 

As if I am the one feeling every broken parts

Screaming the loss of beloved

 

Of course, of course I will cry.

Of course you won’t know.

You won’t feel the attachment I have with my bike.

You won’t know how many times, my bike collected me, when I was in pieces 

 

The times, when my helmet wiped my tears 

The times, when my throttle understood my anger

You won’t know who heard me singing happy songs, after my first date.

Who held me when I got into a fight with my family.

 

When I see him lying on floor, totally injured

Bleeding the petrol all over the concrete,

With all the scratch over his body

I heart weeped in misery.

 

When I see him like that, all I wished 

May all his wounds transfer to me.

It doesn’t matter how many injuries I get, 

but I just want him safe

Because, I CAN HEAL, IT CAN'T.

 

Shristika Prajapati

BA Ist Year

Lalitkala Campus, Bhotahity