Unwanted
Unavoidable
Undeniable

The flame within still burns
It burns dimly yet
It burns me

I can not endure the pain
Yet when i attempt to put out the flame
It scars me

You scar me

Have you ever wanted to cry?
Cry a cry that would heal
A cleansing cry

A cry no one would understand
A cry which would make others weep alongside you
A cry which hollowed everything out

A cry that left you empty
A cry that washed away a thousand tears before this one
Have you ever wanted everything to be okay?

That you were willing to cry every tear that your body could produce even if it claimed the last heartbeat of your heart

A cry of pain
A cry of hunger
A cry for love

A cry for acceptance
A cry
My cry.

With a blurred vision she tried to adjust to winter
Confusion engulfed her
Time

When did the beautiful earth colours of Autumn turn to grey?
Winter had a collateral beauty to it but grey was not it
Panic whispered her name

The cold breeze announced the arrival of Anxiety
Anxiety promised to keep her company
To taunt her

What is this grey?

As the rain falls
The fire burns
The beautiful art of contradiction

Is it an addiction or fiction
Her mind say no while her body says Yes

Yes to the spark as she arches her back
Yes to the memories back then
No to the thought of him

How can you deny a love that's undeniable?

She sat and watched the sunrise
Resigned to what she had faced
Not with defeat but with acceptance  and a new appreciation  of what it means to breathe

No longer was she suffocating when she called to her God amongst her uncertainty
No longer did she ask why with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face

Now she could say thank u with tears rolling down her cheeks while trying to smile for she understood  that there is hope  in uncertainty and a new promise in each sunrise

What was once a fire which set her a light has become a spark
A spart she holds in her heart
A spark she will miss but

One she  has to **** in order to survive.
Her cold heart threatens her warm smile
Frozen not broken  she reminds herself...

A pain so deep that it's hard to breathe
It makes happiness seem like a fragment of the imagination
Holding on to broken pieces will only make you bleed.

When will you learn to walk away
When will you earn respect from yourself  
When will you see  that your more than enough.