Had the oceans stopped crashing on the rock

Or had the birds stopped flying?

The world did nothing more but talk

So why should I bother faking?


I am flawed, and I bleed tears

What do others do when they sense fear?

I feel alive at dusk and wither in the dawn

Is it fallacious if I don’t follow the norm?


I don’t implore the magic mirror on the wall

Neither does fairy Godmother rush to my aid for the ball

A milquetoast amongst the so-called mighty

Though they didn’t know this oddball was feisty


I see the beauty in the beast

And I savor dreams on a feast

Have been headlong into wars

My body is adorned with scars


When life throws daggers and stones

And I am reduced to skin and bones

I dodge and bruise, but I don’t flee

And life learns a few things from me


If I fail in consequences dire

I crave life to hold my gaze

For if I burn, I shall kindle a fire

Engulfing its deceptive haze

…now that you’re here

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Anagha Aglawe, English poetry writer at Ameya
Anagha Aglawe

As a professional writer, Anagha thoroughly relishes the challenges involved in writing heart-warming poetry. To know more about her, feel free to contact her over her Upwork profile here.