silent scream




The heat, the unbearable heat, the flames, licked and tore at every inch of my Being
I screamed into the night, calling for help
The scars, the death of my offspring, tender young branches
forever etched into my lifeless form
I am no more
yet the shell of what I was, remains.. a sight for all to see….
life will go on around me….
new growth will sprout, nourished by my remains
as I fade into history, back to where I began
life will evolve… it always does…
death and life are intertwined, where one ends, the other begins.
Q
Be true to yourself. No matter how you try to make yourself appear differently, you can’t alter your self worth. Just be yourself, and freely express yourself without hesitation
Perfect Liberty 2012.31














































