The Weight Of Light

Do you know what it feels like?
To want to burn your own skin,
Touched by lust, sullied by hunger—
Before I clawed at them, I tore within.

Do you think there’s a reward if I keep moving on?
My soul yearns to be set free, to be gone.
But why did I forget, that my soul and body are mine?
Why was I careless, crossing that line?

Or was I just tired, weary and worn,
Of eyes that devour, with hunger and scorn?
Why did I think, giving to one could suffice,
To shield me from others, to pay the price?

How can I, as a woman, speak of pride,
When I betrayed myself, cast my truth aside?
How could I preach of love and light,
When I surrounded myself in the shadows of night?

Am I not a false prophet, lost in my clouds?
How could I guide, when my heart shouts loud?
Are these words of wisdom just to show?
If I can’t walk my path, how can I help others grow?

How can I make their lives bright,
If I can't carry my own inner light?

~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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