She parts with her heart to prevent someone's from being broken,
She parts with her soul to restore someone's from the jaws of death,
And she comes to your rescue, saves you from every tide,
Just so you don't feel the absence of having one by your side.She forgets the owes, retains the vows,
And blooms every life that's ebbing away,
In the midst of these rationalised reasons and mindsets,
She follows that one true emotion, colours every fate that's grey.She's beyond materialistic, beyond worldly,
She imbibes a faith so strong, it can't fade,
Her actions are implausible, indeed godly,
She buries melancholy inside her and comes at your aid.But can you find where she is, where her secret hides,
Underneath the deep layers of endless terror and hate,
Blossoming endless love and keeping self-interest aside,
Within your core is where the hero resides.
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A Clash with the Wilderness
PoetryTo be human is to be lead by the soul, be valiantly vulnerable; lion-hearted and confident in what can be offered to you and what you can give in return. Insecurity has to be absorbed in this progress; it takes distinct bravery to get to a place wh...