From all the hash and the
frailness
She felt the deepest gash in
her bones
Being ceded was not a facile
submission
But She tried and gushed out
every inch of that worm
From her body and the soul
Instead of scorning and
squabbling
She pared the abrasion
With the compassion
The way Enkindled her
She became a firestone
She always dreamt of having
wings to fly up in the air
But now she knows, it’s not the
wings which makes you soar
It’s the dimension in which
you live by
It’s not the things, not the
people, who make you rich and strong
It’s that eccentric force
which keep you rock
She loves the place she lives
in now
She has no rues and no gripes
She has supernal joy which she
pined
It’s an awakening and not a revive!
