FIRE

The edge of fire now ashes and scattered
Looking for a way to spark those lights
To rise like a phoenix
To spread its wings of memories
The fire once reached  my heart and  head 
Showing off its  power and burning bright
It shed it's light on the memories buried in my soul 
Exposing every dark corners and secrets
Even the bruises and wounds that yet not healed
The fire wanted to help find my bright place
A place of solitude
But all it found were vicious monsters chained in cages trying to get out
Fire wanted  a hopeful place to shed it's light 
But the only thing it did was burn me inside out  


    - Lavanya.P

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