maiden wolf
I am a house built on broken glass,
Sharp edges beneath every step I take.
Each shard is a memory, a scream, a scar,
A past that drags like a heavy chain.
They tell me to let it go
But how do you unfeel what carved you hollow?
How do you silence the echo of pain
That beats louder than your own heart?
There is rage in me, red and raw,
A wildfire that no one sees.
It seethes behind my smile,
And coils like smoke around my throat.
I didn’t choose this weight,
This endless storm, this tearing grief.
It was handed to me
A cruel inheritance I never wanted.
I’ve swallowed anger like shards of glass,
Pretending the blood didn’t taste like my own.
I’ve screamed in silence until my voice broke,
Begging the universe to notice.
But the world keeps spinning,
Indifferent, cold, unmoved.
So I carry it alone,
A war waged quietly within my skin.
Still, there’s something left
A flicker in the ruins, stubborn and bright.
It whispers: “You are more than the pain.
You are the fire, not the ash.”
But the fire burns me, too.
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