My inner flame
Sputters and fights for survival
Like candle left in the rain
Yearning for reprieve
Fighting bravely
In the last moment retrieved
My inner smile
Disappeared somewhere in the night
Coughs sucked my lungs dry
Remembering the times it made me cry with pain
Pale sunshine throws me a weak lifeline
Quickly my face remembers how to light the world
My inner identity
Constantly at war with the universe
Cultural conventions trapped in the box squared
A heart and mind bared
Creativity the pathway to sanity
The bitter cold rain a wet reminder of reality
By Simone Beatrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-08-24.
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