Pink hair,
Hazel eyes,
White heart.
Hands made of stars.
A liquid form,
Carried as a curse.
Loving too deeply
Was even worse.
Happiness of others
Became hers.
Too naïve,
Too easily deceived.
A soul tainted
By the greatest misery,
Woven into the fabric
Of everyday sleeves—
Each thread carrying
Its own disease.
Stolen pieces of one’s soul,
Every act of care
A fault.
A black stain
On a tainted soul.
The mother before mothers,
The keeper of the tides.
Blood and return.
Whispered silence.
The aching weight
On every full moon,
Under the eternal whiteness.
The moon
Became the compass.
Stars were rewritten in her name.
Home
Was not a place she could go.
It was becoming
With whatever’s left
After the breaking.
Eyes learnt to see
From a different gaze.
In sacred secrecy,
What once was
Was not—
And she
Never returned the same again.
The echo of her own becoming.
became the return itself.
Her power was forged in the fire,
and the fire learnt her name.
Pain is not something to endure, it is something to be recognised until it is no longer separated from one’s identity.
In that sense, becoming is not an escape from the it but the acceptance of its irreversibility.
The moment we cut the chains, marking the cries of old structures collapsing we stop glorifying what once was and step into what is.
Can you think of anything more freeing?
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