I Am No Goddess…

A fire burning my essence
and scattering ashes of unknown
stories that fade within

dreams are no more dreams
but desires of long lost destinies that
could have been my own

I walk on tales sang by the
witnesses of my own land in which
they demarcate my roles

sometimes a deity and
sometimes evil since they believe
I am a deceitful foetus

I have seen miseries, love,
goodness and moments of brutality
when my existence feared

a pseudo world of words
weaving my life in which I have
nothing to say or act…

amidst such claustrophobic
walls of generic nuisances I rise each
time to play the phoenix

an epic of a wandering river
in search of an ancient sea.