She dreams of roaring in the sky
silently picking the feathers
as they clip her wings,
She struggles for breath
as they choke her dreams
She looks for a spark
to soothe this burning
at every bump, at every hurdle
they pray, they prophesy
- the dark would drown her
but she has tamed tides
all her life;
She struggles a bit though
to find her peace,
for the magic to return
with a smile serene
deep inside, She is still savage
fierce and unburnt, meant to rule
- none could take that away,
saddled in the grey hue
She reflects calm, contrasting
the ripples in the water blue
if only finding strength
was as easy as losing stones;
like a flickering candle
in the storms of time,
like a piece of gold
in collection of dimes
- quietly on the edge
She waits to burn, for her
sparks to light the world
as if her own orange urn,
to alchemise every obstacle
with the fire within;
like a phoenix, from ashes
She will rise again.
Maniishark 