She looked up at sky , with a helplessness and a wordless plea like she always had, over the passage of time ..or was it eternity, but these days it refused to meet her .
They say if you go very far ...right to the edge of the canvas ..in the distant horizon , till the end of time , the sky comes down to meet the Earth .
The sadness and fear weighed her down , the sky was breaking its promise , it never kept its word these days .
It was still shrouded behind darkness . Hiding itself behind that blanket of numb feelings ...it refused to meet her eyes.
She needed help... she had in her bosom held myriad secrets ...to shield , to protect , to nurture ..
She had let the fire burn , scorch her...but like a mother with a biting toddler in her lap , she had embraced the hurt , to let the fire know ..it had a home ... it was safe , and loved inspite of all its flaws.
She had borne every scar , hidden every burn , smiled through every pain ..to contain the fire ...
so what she had not gone through the pain of giving it birth ..she had long compensated for it ...
She was blamed for the fire these days ..they said she was not strong enough to contain it , to make it fall in line ...
They said she should have just opened up and swallowed the fire , extinguishing it forever ...they were fools they did not understand that would have burned everything
They did not know what strength it took to look beyond those thrashing limbs of rage ...to see the core of fear,and to reach out to it ... to let it continue to scorch it and yet embrace it for its own and others protection..
She kept it all hidden , the molten lava of love , of hatred, of emotions and secrets long past , because if it ever erupted, it will scatter nothing but ashes ...charring everything around it , sniffing out life itself ...
The fire was no match for the volcano hidden deep inside her ...she was going to safeguard them all ..maintain the shell of calmness ...so that the world could go on
She looked up at the sky again ...it again refused to meet her eye ...but she could smell it...yes she could smell it ...
The rain was on its way .