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The Fire Within

 


Do you think my strength is newfound?
No, it was always there,
A flame that burned fiercely, even when I was a child,
A fiery woman who never backed down,
Not for cowardly men like you—
The ones who crept with vile intentions,
Grabbing in the shadows when no one was around.

Do you think I would let this go?
You, who take pride in conquests,
Boasting of the women you rate and compare,
As if intimacy were some ladder to climb.
Do you think your actions could ruin my image?
No, they only bring light to your cowardice,
Exposing the darkness you wrap around yourself.

You asked me to trust you—
As if it were your looks or intelligence
That drew me in, that captivated my heart.
But no, don’t live in that delusion,
I saw a glimpse of reliability, a facade of safety,
And I thought I could rest my weary soul.
But worthy? Were you ever truly worthy?
How could you respect my precious body,
When you had no respect for your own?

And then you dared to drag me down,
To pull me into your pit of shame and deceit.
Did you not feel a shred of guilt?
You, who slept around without a thought,
Are you the one to shame me now?
The only shame I carry is trusting men like you,
Mistaking inadequate, fleeting moments of care
For the promise of genuine love.

Do you know what I lowered to even consider you?
I lowered my standards, thinking that maybe, just maybe,
A little love could soften your hardened heart.
But how naive was I, to think monsters could be changed,
To believe that someone could love a beast into becoming a man?


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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