Food for the soul (17/30)

I’ve swallowed my fire

since the day I was born.

 

I learnt that my silence

would avoid mother’s scorn.

 

The temperature’s rising

fuelled by words that I mourn.

 

If I dare release it,

will it leave me forlorn?

 

I’ve swallowed my fire

since the day I was born.

 

I’ve kept it inside me,

now my body is worn.

 

Could I really free it?

My frame breaking, I’m torn

 

The fire keeps burning

ending friendships I’ll mourn.

 

I’ve swallowed my fire

since the day I was born.

 

I did so to spread lies

on a world I’ll adorn.

 

-A.Webb (first draft)

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