What Are You?

I once knew a blind girl
Afraid of being 

Afraid of being beautiful 

Teetering on the edge of self hate 

This is not going to evolve into a conquering piece


She exists only in the crevices of our minds

Reborn into every struggle 

She’s the cloud

No silver lining 

Always awake but not aware

Devoid of triumph

Addicted to endurance like those before her

She was meant to be perishable 

You kept resuscitating her

Can you not see?

I lied

She is a conqueror 

Not her but you

Greater than a Phoenix 

You are the flames 

She is the ashes




She’s just a blind girl

What are you?


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