22 April, 2023

Will the spirit rise?

Will the wing grow back? 
Broken, crushed
The keening sobs
Painfully hushed

Will the spirit ever rise?
Overpowered. 
Fragrant dreams,
Forever soured

She could be a butterfly
Her wings torn
Struggling to fly
Spirit gone

She chooses to be a dragon
Terrifying alone
Her blood of fire
A heart of stone

-Piyu




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