I dare you

I dare you to let me live again
I dare you to heal your amnesia
I dare you to look into my tears
I dare you to bear being alone
I dare you to die without regret
I dare you to cross the last port of entry

disappearing into windowless tents
I watch, your lethal aides come and go
As caravans move excruciatingly slow
tent to tent, growing miles of dissent

I huddle under my red coat
and hope, the specter would keep away
souls astray, soles of my shoes, in fray
collective phobia, anger serves as our moat

puppet like from camp to camp
plunged from home to home, city to city
reclaiming my words, mapping a geometry
hardened wails are key to survival as a tramp

I dare you to let me live again
I dare you to heal your amnesia
I dare you to look into my tears
I dare you to bear being alone
I dare you to die without regret
I dare you to cross the last port of entry

Kashiana Singh hails from India, lives in Chicago and bridges the miles by regularly etching her thoughts on her poetry blog. Her TedTalk can be viewed here. Read other articles by Kashiana.