I am stuck in a burning flame,a flame of loneliness which I got used to,a flame of inferiority.
Each seconds that passes by the flame increases. When my emotions go haywire the flame increases.
I got used to and felt comfortable in it cos it felt like home. It blocked my sight to seeing the misdeeds of everyone around me,it blocked my feelings that I felt numb cos I got used to the pain from the burning flame.
I couldn’t cry neither could I feel the hurt.it became my shield shielding me from the world,from the atrocities men committed. But while in the flame I quested for freedom I quested for a cold hands.
As if my wish was granted he came stretching his hand to me, he was exactly what I needed. He was going to bring peace to my burning heart. The look in his eyes spoke love and calmness.
He assured me he was going to be there.
He was mine to hold,mine to love and mine to live for. He gave me the hope of a better tomorrow.
With him I felt true love and calmness. But then I told him I was a burning flame he didn’t say a word but rather stretched his hand towards me….then and only then did I know I have found my ICE the ICE which I longed for.
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