The house was ablaze when I entered.
The walls were black.
The pictures burnt.
The fire had swallowed half the furniture.
I was furious.
I searched for the culprit.
In every nook & corner ,
Through the thick black smoke.
And then I found her.
Pale and unaffected by the destruction.
Her face looked familiar.
The one I condemned in the mirror everyday.
The one who I left alone when no one stood up for her.
She was me.