Fire

Bidding adieu to the nights of sorrow,
she walks ahead embracing tomorrow
A small spark of courage it was
that made her into fire.
Burning away barriers,
She walks free.
Unveiling all myths
from her eyes,
now filled with rage,
dancing in flames,
out of the cage,
She walks free.

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Release

Who is to blame?
For surfacing fears,
and the turbulence within.
Who is to blame?
For weltering anger,
and the rage that brims.
Who is to blame?
For the lies
I speak to myself,
and the truth
I hide from you.
Who is to blame?
For the struggle
between
your expectations
and my reality.
Who is to blame?
For the wrath I find hard
to both release and hold
Would’t be fair
if you are arraigned
I set you free
and take it on me.