At long last I have risen,
my breath an amalgamation of autumn breeze and vengeance,
gone are the days
when innocence wept in chaos and bedlam
I let my eyes rest for a moment,
it gives life to damp grass, rough and unruly
like uncombed hair
my heart fluttering between shades of gold
and black
in twilight,
the urge to carry on is the first sign that strength grows
in spine-breaking moments
when failure seems to caress everything and seems inevitable,
I am Ophelia
daughter of Polonius and symbol
of fidelity
that once torn between love and duty had gone mad,
now I am roses
riotously blooming, I couldn’t care less
about men

and manipulation let alone drown in a river of blood
and distress.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

For Anmol’s prompt, “Myths & Legends.” 🙂

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