She holds her hand over the flame, trying to tolerate the pain behind her someone calls her name, in their attempt to make her refrain She blinks back her hot tears, that she's held back for a thousand years but it isn't the pain she fears and not from the voice she hears In her mind she is not there, she's taken herself to somewhere, that she can escape & not care from the reality she cannot bear running fast, she's broken free of all those painful memories like a horse out of the gate she runs from her growing fate as a child, she was abused as a teen, she was confused a little girl who was used helped all that anger to fuse into the girl whose name is being called again & again so many people are to blame for hurting the girl who seeks the flame
When I write, I draw inspiration from the world around me.