Fire doesn't scare me anymore..
The matchstick hardly burns the tender hands to tears.
The profusely bleeding wrists give me a kind of strength;
Of an empowered Me!
Walking on embers no where feels like a once terrorising nightmare,
When mumma left me to sleep alone, away from her embraces.
The nimbleness has evanesce into thin air.
The inner kid glowing with innocence has perished to the tragedy of life.
Perhaps, my once learned lesson about time and experience as the best teacher has come out true.