Out of Reach

Out of Reach

There is a world in which I long to belong.

It’s full of riches,

and rimmed with hues like the color of gold,

laced with the intricate promises of belonging.

But it stands out of reach-

like the forbidden fruit of Eden.

It smells divine,

scent-wrapped,

my desire entrapped

by the secrets of the forbidden.

Its riches known,

but some remain hidden

from my aching heart.

Reviews

[Neha agrawal]

The poem feels like the kind of quiet ache people carry when they crave not just things, but belonging.