My grandmother’s house reminds me
Good things happen in this world.
But when I step out,
My shoes muddy and uncomfortable,
I feel the fear avalanche
On my inconsequential shoulders;
Thinking Little, afterwards
I try to quench the panic,
Telling myself another world exists
Where it’s all beautiful, all colors
That mesmerize in shades,
Reminds you good things happen,
That there is still hope.
I’m on my grandmother’s armchair, drinking tea.
Raisa’s poems have been published in the Indian Periodical, Oxford University Poetry Society Magazine, UNICEF Voices of Youth, Ekstasis Magazine and Down in the Dirt Magazine.