my space
A glass
castle will shatter,
Doors
will doom down.
bridges
build will burn and bury,
with the
raging fire rising high
I feel
the heat on my skin,
Making it
so impossible for me to feel the breeze.
My gown
turning into ashes, storm being disastrous
I see
nothing but end of this world.
Breathing
is shallow and blood rush through my veins.
Now out
of the body making its way through the fingers into the fire
A
beautiful flame rises up with colors that I never imagined,
It seems
like a surreal thought came through me, my blood;
Knew all
along what my soul wants.
Drenched
and burnt I stand and let the heat come in me and feel the pain that my heart
held in it.
The
worries of my mind and heart came all way to me to make it real and dynamic.
Every bit
of my body knows this wouldn’t end if even I deserve it to.
It will
end only when the my torment thoughts stop to hound and terrorizes
me
Only when
my castle of glass will not be of glass but of love and faith
But of hope
and resilient strength, but of trust and happiness.
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