Freedom From The Silent Blame

I climb, I fall.
I look back and it's all gone.
In a blink of an eye, it all disappeared.
Just like the late night's winter; isolated and torn..

Little was the happiness that I had.
It was on the edge of leaving me.
Confrontation was what I needed,
One to one with my self was what I pleaded..

Absolute bliss was the power that kept me decapitated.
A power so eternal, made me believe even in the devastated..

Weeping was the only sound that echoed, even in the cold woods.
A night so long, cried all wondering if surviving is something they could..

Hopelessness is what all hearts were filled with,
Immortal seemed the misery that brought them on the brink to quit it..

A spark, needed to initiate the flame.
A flame in me, a flame in you.
That needed nothing but freedom from the unspoken blame..


Shipra Sharma