It’s like a series of storms one after the other,
Wearing me down,
Bit by bit,
I reflect and gaze within myself,
For what have I done to deserve this?
And it’s then, that it hits me like a bolt of lightning.
I was the sunlit sky, but she was the moon.
She never saw me in my true glory.
I was the thunder, strong and independent,
But she was the tide, slow and persistent.
I was at the top of the ferris wheel,
But she never saw me cause she was at the bottom.
I was the varied palette of colours,
And she was the water. Diluting my uniqueness.
She never saw me for who I was, nor did she care.
But that doesn’t make me any less.
I’m just not a speck of dust on this planet.
I was made after millions of galaxies broke down,
I’m not just a living creature, I’m a human.
I have the ability to think and the right to feel.
I might fall and fall but one day, I will rise.
Rise up and stand tall,
Face the world with the beauty of my scars,
Because they don’t signify all that I’ve been through,
They signify all that I’ve come out of.
I will be a Phoenix. I will rise from the ashes.
I’ll wait till the blazing fire cools down externally.
But internally, she has ignited a fire within me to show the world, how I really am.
To step out from her shadow,
To make a mark of my own.
And round and round, like a spinning wheel,
Goes around karma,
What goes around, will ultimately come around.
I am special. I will be loved. I belong here.
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