Into the depths of despair
She plunges head first
Fingertips break through
Not a splash is seen
She confuses fatigue with darkness
She searches for routine, for stability
And up she comes,
Fingers reach for the surface
A gasp of air, a lifting
She looks out at the view
The creativity flows
And back she dives exhaling,
Into the depths of the unknown
Published by natasha devalia
Author Poetry and Art books: ‘Tears and Grape Seeds’ 2025, ‘one touch of the rope’, 2024 and ‘Unseen Veins’, 2023
Zambian of South Asian descent, living in Thailand.
I write poetry, perform, and I’m currently an MFA (painting) student. The themes of my art whether expressed through movement, poetry, painting or as interdisciplinary forms include identity, belonging, mental health and family life.
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Natasha Devalia 