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MENTAL HEALTH Poetry

She Knows How Ice Turns Fire | Poem

There are thousand ways to love a woman,

There are hundred ways to rise a goodness,

There are no ways to submit darkness,

No surprise, Shobo! We survived those cages,

At last, everything fades and care remains.

Deathra, you asked once why stay when it hurts,

I can answer now as she stays for time to reside,

She makes the pain seems small to breathe.

Miss! Yes, lord, I call her,

Knowing she would come, wearing the purple,

Let’s not go further inside me,

I suffer. I will suffer. I will rise in her presence.

I tell you, Deathra,

Miss, she knows how ice turns fire.

© sjwordsmith
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