Renewal

I stepped, and 
Never looked back. 

A sensation that has now 
Engulfed all that I am, and how.  

With every fall,  
I lose my all.  

The more I burn,  
The purer I become.  

This Fire, this Light 
A madness, raging with all its might.  

I don't resist this storm, 
As it destroys my form.  

I let this wind, take me 
And blow my fragments free.  

For now, what has become of me, 
Is yours eternally.  


© Sneha Singh 2010