Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala, Winner-Non Poetry Category, September 2018

Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala, Winner-Non Poetry Category, September 2018

Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala, Winner-Non Poetry Category, September 2018


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The write that made Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala win the Bold Gold Pen Come To Me By Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala “Come to me cried the light”. As it held out it’s arms to me, waiting to enclose me in a motherly like embrace. “ No”. Shouted darkness. “ I have no intention of letting you go”. Darkness covered me further so I could not be seen by the light. But light persisted and called out to me again. “ Be strong my child and come into the light”. I could hear Darkness laughing behind me. “ You are not strong “. It scoffed. “ Your weakness is what brought you to me”. It was true. My confidence had been sapped from me. I became desolute. There was no other choice but to turn towards darkness. It was easier to hide from the light. To crouch benath the cloak of darkness and not have to think or feel. “ I will not give up”. Light shouted this time. “ You must fight this”.  It’s hand extending further. Darkness seeped over me. Resricting me. I wanted so desperately to reach out and grab that hand. My body would not assist. My breath was coming in short burts of air now. As I tried to wrangle out of the grip of darkness , it was like a noose tightening around my neck. I could hardly breathe and felt I would surely die. There was no other choice. I sublimed. Letting darkness take control. Light never stopped calling out to me but now the voice was barely a whisper untill it could no longer be heard. “ You see you can never free yourself from my chains.” Darkness sang with glee. It was right my fate had been sealed. ©️Tahera Fakhruddin Janoowala 2018
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