The delicate beast within my breast.

Mansi Goel
2 min readJun 22, 2019

Something is alive in me. The fluttering in my heart is not its own beat, it’s the desperate wings of a baby bird, soft and yellow like a duckling, trapped in my atria. It pecks at my heart constantly, its clawing and thrashing a maddening irritation. All the time, I’m wishing it would rest. All the time, I’m searching for how to give it ease, how to give myself ease from it.

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Mansi Goel

Insight addict. Liberation enthusiast. EQ gymnast.