Dark Poetry

Power

There is the flame

confined in the copper cauldron

I almost forgot it 

out of fear

 

it could absorb me

the seduction devour me

its power take the upper hand 

over my spirit

 

In truth I surrendered to frailty

the social corset

put on the blinkers voluntarily

and slept

 

Now I burn

in Shakti's flames

and awake new

Strong

Inga Veit, Publizistin M.A. & Coach  |  ingaveit@web.de