She is a woman on flame,
Her dream none can tame;
Petite and beautiful, never frail,
Daily facing her shares of trial;
Her wings meet scores of clashes,
Her soul burnt down to grey ashes.
But she emerges from the cinder,
Crowned with scars yet bolder;
Her rivals are piqued but scared,
To belittle her ,they never dared;
She soars higher and stronger,
Her feathers brighter than ever.
-Ayesha Flames
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PoetryTired of pretending to be someone I ain't... Just wanna let go of everything and run away somewhere far... Is my life always gonna be like this? Or is there a fairy tale written for me too?
