When she had to burn



The winds that meant to break her

Will one day be her strength.

The hands that meant to crumple her

now shriveled by her very touch.

The darkness that meant to engulf her

Now sliced apart by her being

For too long she hid in the corners

afraid of the storm

living timidly, a everyday norm.

When fear reaches its epitome

and suffering is a daily chore

one day you can’t stand it no more

you decide to find another way

the horrors, the wounds, the war

come what may.

So she decided to burn

burn away all her troubles

burn the very essence of her fear

burn away every emotion, every weak tear.

She didn’t have much of a choice

So she burns everyday

once, twice, thrice.


Copyright © Sneha P [Rights Reserved]


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