A poem glorifying woman empowerment. Every woman has a mermaid buried within the strange recesses of soul that has to rise. No, this time we are not the ones portrayed as fragile , weak and pliant in the hands that mould because we are the golden swords, a mystic with colorful charms casting dark spells on the ones who play as harp.
Sometimes you can find shelter in someone's arms or may be cry a million river in silence and feel better. But I am not going to wait Until it stops hurting And fades away Because then it would scream a lie And you weren't a lie. I could have loved you forever But forever was what we never had.
Breathing heavy, All the memories flashing by On the threshold, I am ready to go. And even then you were all I wanted. I wonder maybe, If I stayed until the sun went down You would want me back again.
Its been days since I have seen you. Many nights on this empty bed. All is same as you left Its just quite some more. I wonder if I could hear you, If I just hold my breath. And still nothing. Just the emptiness in this silence, My overburdened blood Flowing up to empty chambers And the heart beating, mockingly present. -Nebula
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