The Flames

I could hear that sound
The fire crackling within me,
the flames consuming my self-esteem,
Shrieking suffocation.

I could hear that sound
So familiar, so conversant,
stifled within me,
smothered by shackles.

I could hear that sound
Coercing me to respond, to shake off
The fiery touch,  tearing off
my spirit, my confidence, my vivacity.

I could hear that smoldering agony
Imploring me to rise, to react,
reminding me of my resolve
To live with dignity.

I can no longer snub that sound,
that inner voice, my mentor
my only benefactor, cautioning me
not to die of asphyxiation.

I can no longer wait for droplets
of that heavenly nectar.
Pretense is peeping through
that cloak of compassion.

I can no longer remain insignificant
Your harrowing hauteur is oppressive.
Forgive me for finding my own avenues
My gratitude goes to my spirit.

© Balroop Singh
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Thanks to Sadje for the inspiration — WDYS 366

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