Defence

Posted on by Reena Saxena

Frozen rocks grip beach bones
unbending under daylight’s plea.
their silence aches,
a frozen howl of grief.

Across a ridge
thorn-thicket veins split open
from pain, soft shoots emerge.
green tendrils twist toward change,
unafraid.

sunlight limps in
with scorched grace, whispering:
I burn because I must.
Must that force your shape
to outlast its flame?

To survive is not to yield,
but to recast your armour
to shield with choice,
not erase the wound.

What Do You See #298

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