Poet and writer
Nikita Gill (born 20 June 1987) is a British-Indian poet, playwright, writer and illustrator based in south England. She has written and curated eight volumes of poetry. Gill uses social media to engage her audience and she has over 650,000 followers on Instagram, one of the most popular poets on the platform.
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Persephone to Hades
You are the kindest thing that ever happened to me, even if that is not how our tale is told.
When everyone else told me i was destined to be a forgotten nymph that nutured flowers and turn meadows gold,
you saw that the ichor that resides in me demanded its own throne. You showed me
how a love like ours can turn even the darkest, coldest realm into the happiest of homes.
One day, a knight in shining armour may find my daughter,
and offer to save her from her life, her problems, her troubles.
In that situation, I hope that I have raised a girl
that she smiles coolly and tells him,
'No, thank you. I've very much got this.'
Then puts on her armour and rides off into the sunset alone
to save herself.
Softer memories once lived there.
Where there is now burning.
Where there is now blood.
That was where childhood held you.
Instead there is a forgetting.
Instead there is a fireflood.
You have never forgotten how home was more
than just a language you grew inside your mouth
before you said it in a way your tongue bled.
When it lived as a place
outside of your body and more
than just in your heart and head.
Where you once taught your children
how to speak and walk and sang them
lullabies till they fell asleep in their beds.
How it has become a legend,
just a holy story you pass from
praying hands to praying hands.
Where once you built hallowed walls
there is now simply scorched earth
and bloodied sands.
A memory of the scared land
that it once was before your whole world
was set completely to flames
How your heart breaks everyday
because home, home no longer remembers
how to say your name.
Home was your refuge, and I wish they would see.
because after cruelly taking it from you,
they call you refugee.
I’m sorry it took me so long to understand. And I am sorry that I ended up understanding too well. I am still selfish and gas prices are still high and now I spend too much time having to wrap my arms around myself to ever let go long enough to hold someone else together. I should have called your mother. I should have called your mother. I should have called your mother.