Just when she thought she was dead,
being knocked down by life on the floor,
everything came to a standstill,
for she was left unconscious and cold.
The space looks empty now;
void with depleted energy.
If I’ve been ghosted by love,
then why sensing perfect synergy?
“Stay here for a moment please”,
said the inner voice;
“a reboot is needed, darling,
and that is not a choice".
Your destiny has chosen, the wings of fire,
reincarnated from your suppressed feelings,
and those deepest, strongest desires.
You’re prophesied to fly alone,
once you slip out of your cocoon;
upholding your self-worth again,
your flight is coming real soon.
let you be the source of inspiration,
to chase the darkness away;
to transform your power of illumination,
the metamorphosis was the only way.