I am ridden with Sorrow so deep
My bones are burning
Agony fire all over
How to douse scalding flames?
When it also a river running through my veins
It is not Sorrow it is Anger and Rage
Passion fuelled Hatred of my proprioceptive but caged entirety
It is not Sorrow it is Grief
Morphing and crystallising
Larvae and butterfly
Fragile
It is not Sorrow it is Strength
Leaned creature
Familiar state
It is not Sorrow it is Love
Eternal
It is not Sorrow it is Me
Naked
Alone
Metamorphosising
Every second
Every day
My entire existence
This shall be
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I feel the heat in your words, rage that dances with sorrow, grief that shapeshifts into strength, love that persists even in solitude. Nicely written ❤️
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