heights

Back then she was cold,

thunder storms and poring rain.

she looked ahead with a set of strong brown eyes,

with dreams taller than the mountain she was climbing.

She was never afraid.

Never of the heights.

She enjoys the thrill a fall gave her;

the strength the pain and her fiery temper.

Like the flames that burnt away in a bonfire,

she cackled with victory as she shone brighter.

But she was cold and way too high;

and she knew there was no wings she could rely

on to fly.

She knew it was never going to work,

she knew the warmth would never stay.

she knew she would break down her icy cold brown eyes,

and melt her heart with his sugared lies.

She knew that even as she was lost,

frightened and going in circles,

in the woods and every river she crossed,

feels like a gaping black ocean.

but remember she was not afraid.

not of heights.

This place is somewhere she knew was forbidden,

but he was there.

and so she went.

and with scars and blood that tasted like wine,

she was addicted and never look back for time to rewind.

because if she could make her choice once more,

she would have clawed her way through the woods,

and leave the bed of soft freezing snow,

and follow the path she know,

would lead her into the forest with deathly claws

and she eventually arrived at the edge...

and fell.

she was now terrified.

of the height.

8 March 2016

Singapore