Born From The Ashes
I live with the wreaked pieces in a wrecked up world,
The tears and stitches– a reflection of the Netherworld.
Avenged seven fold, I am.
I need no fixtures; I am happy with the sutures.
I painted a picture so vivacious
That it turned me into a woman so pernicious.
Eyes fixated on the surreal and devastation everywhere,
I huddle within myself to save my pieces scattered somewhere.
I look back up; the bizarre mix of fact and fantasy,I see.
A blazing fire consumes me, eradicating the old ‘Me’.
In place is a woman I have never seen before.
Burnished is her soul,
Tarnished is her self,
Askew is her appearance.
Born from the ashes,
Surreptitious imperfections she no longer hides.
Poet: Sohinee Dey