Incarnation of divine,

We carry so much power within..

As soft and miraculous as a blossoming flower..

As fierce as all swallowing fire..

We complete ourselves..

We’re perfect in our imperfections..

We’re all puppets at the hands of our destinies..

We unknowingly become mediums of each other’s pain..

Not a way to hold grudges or imposing blames..

Words free me from the toxic within..

It all happened for a reason..

To relieve us from the pain and treason..

I’m content as a saint..

I’m complete as a puzzle..

Happiness doesn’t depend on anyone..

Life goes on.. Even without that special someone..

My heart didn’t cry for someone undeserving..

It did cry over the momentary indignation..

Holding my head high with the respect I earn..

No man or woman can be a reason of my burn..

I’ve embraced it all..

Strength of my soul doesn’t let me fall..