Living Ash

Not anymore can she hide her sad eyes.
Not anymore can she repress the silent tune of damage oozing from her
Distorted heart.
Not anymore can she take the stench of being a single broken woman.

Strength has fled from her side.
Zeal broke free just yesterday.
Reason rejected her today as it's first daughter.
She has become an orphan to tears and hurts.
She doesn’t belong.

Through the path she has threaded
Many a soul would have gotten burnt to ashes
Yet, she stood or thought she stood.
Yet, she walked through or thought she did.
But now,
She has become a living ash.

Hers is a story of a sleep of sadness,
Of stealing away into faraway islands
To find her peace of mind
From her burning existence.
Not anymore can she say Hello
Not anymore can she say Goodbye
Not anymore can she say Here I am.

Not anymore can I write her tale
Without pausing a little to
Join this lonely woman
In her red river of tears.

This woman, this living ash.

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