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The drop of water is rolling down my cheek a bit too slow,
Is it sweat, is it a tear, I don't know.
Am I sweating because I'm trying so hard to be tough,
Or am I crying because it still isn't enough.
I tell myself to keep going, fire can't freeze,
But the stagnant figure staring at me through the mirror strongly disagrees.
Maybe I'm not the fire they expected me to burn into,
Maybe among the cold hatred, ice was all I could turn into.
Yet I'm still trying to ignite the flames they still expect,
Because I wasn't taught how to embrace, to accept.
But one day I'll let ice heal the disaster fire used to invoke,
Watching everything else around me left in nothing but smoke.
-Pari
"Fire can wreck havoc wherever it wills,
But when ice strikes, the whole world stills."
YOU ARE READING
Eyes Bleed Gold
PoetryIncomplete history on century old stones, I decided to fill the voids with my own skin and bones. ...... Thoughts too complicated to say untwisted.
