I refuge
I will listen
I will speak
I will dance in the rain
I will cry and mourn
I will speak to the devil
I will eat that apple
and inherit that pain
I will rise
i will fall
I will be the rebel
and break that chain
I will do the hussle
I will speak the evil
i will sleep in the shadow
and write till I drain
If it takes away the sorrow
I will drink the fire
I will breath the ice
if its not in vain

© Anamika Tripathi