I was vulnerable before getting stronger,

I was a soft bubble before becoming rock solid-

So, don’t take me wrong-

Before becoming the iced river I was once a stream!

And, all what you dream-

I know what vulnerability can do,

I know what softness can cause you,

But, now, I choose to be careful,

I choose grace over rage and 

Kindness over remorse,

Because, I embody the ‘Divine Feminine ‘- 

The ISIS- The Earth, 

The soul of all seekers who seek path and destined travellers-

Look through me- I am the truth,

Purified through hell fire- 

Sharpened with sharp knife-

Now wearing an armored attire-

Poured over gasoline to lit until decayed –

I have become the ‘fire’, 

Owning both hell and desire, 

Heavens and sacrifices, 

I have emerged as a ‘Phoenix’ character of your favourite chapter from the famous novella,

I have adapted and adopted in the foreign weather,

The evolution has been slow and painful,

But burning memories and hues sometimes left their marks, their residues –

What’s left is permanent and what stayed is never meant to be taken away-

The unbreakable, the unshakable strength that each stretch and scars gave to me,

I found relief in the belief that, I can be limited but also limitless,

I am unstoppable and unbeatable! 

I swayed, delayed, derailed my progress-

Yet,its thriving under the stuck regime and apartheid, 

Not winning, not striving,not even failing,just standing still- still spinning, Still chilling under the thrills of life, 

The horrors of life- the corners of past regressions finally solved the mysterious equation of who I am and how I appear,

Disappearance from the old version to reappearing to the unmatched version-

What you see is the surface of a deep still well built from and for ages- through and throughout in cycles,

What you see was coming after the martyrdom of smart witches- the burn that sparks now was sacrificial burial of my past self and past version!

One thing that keeps me most alive is the thought  of death and hereafter, 

For how I shall face the wrath!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy

Time Frame: 4.23 am, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment, Dhaka-1216.