THE ASH OF LOVE
Deceived her with your fabricated love gifted her the fruits of love,
wrapped up in bitter emotions,
and as she peeps through your opaque mask, she feels your forged love.
In the fear of being incarcerated, he says,
” If I can’t have you,no one shall “
and you spill the
ASH OF LOVE,
the hatred of love.
Screaming aches of an eternal wound,
you leave an everlasting echo of sorrow in her ears.
Anxiety chases her, as she looks at her portrait on the mirror,
and the crowd unfriend her,
throwing a judgemental eye,
carving pain in her heart.
Taking time, thriving deep,
She seeks within her soul.
Where she finds the
ASH OF WILLPOWER,
which gives birth to her new life.
A life to prove that beauty lies within.
To prove that,
this ‘ACID’ on her face has not destroyed her completely,
it has not destroyed the beauty you forgot to see, …HER ‘ IDENTITY ‘ …
By Elizabeth Rose, for the Trans Solidarity Fundraiser