Poetry

Faded years come back with a vengeance 
Clutching your sorrows. 
And you were walking on the burning coals. 
 
Spirit of journey was more relevant 
than destiny. 
You lifted the burden of anecdotes, gathered 
the dusk from the sky 
and moved on towards moon. 
 
Tormented, abused, the motive unknown, 
hostilities were always directed at you 
Alone you were killing the sickening pain, 
strangulating the thought, you opened 
the door of brilliance. 
 
So thin was ice on the lake, 
evil shadows were falling on the road 
It was hard to walk unruffled. 
Still unzipped, you took the plunge.