Saturday, February 1, 2014

The Better View (That's been there all along)


2 July 2011 at 03:57

A heart so cold, it turns to stone
Pitch black like the burnt ashes of fire
But what it fears is fiery heat
To burn beyond cold charcoal stone
Fire flickers like lightning bugs and nightingales 
Escaping from a nest
But nightingales bring different visions
Of happiness and lullabies
For fire may burn and ignite fear
The hatred and loathing of one's desire
And swallows all that stands its path
Igniting also insecurities of uncertainties
Overshadowing the vision of nightingales
Blinding one from peace and acceptance
For mistakes, every human makes
One may not be the best, but certainly is not worst
And time may only allow one to realise, 
the burning, the heat, not only burns desires, hatred and fear
But if dealt right, creates diamonds from black coal and stone
For beauty is happiness, beauty is in acceptance
Beauty is for letting the nightingales sing
when the fire has burnt and worn out
The aftermath of forgiving the fire and moving to the stars.

Asha Kim,
0246
01072011

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