A Flame Story (The Soft Curse) Poem by Mona Goldword

my hand trembled at first when..
i held my pen..
i can't deny that i hesitated..
but then..
a voice inside my mind..
told me to write..

not about devils..
not about knights..
not about witches..
or even ghosts of summer nights..

it's about a feeling..
a feeling that had stopped the minds..
and made the hearts start beating.

its beauty is only in the beginning..
only when you hear the magic word..
and then you start begging..
or you wish to leave this world.

it's a curse.
that infects the lover's heart.
and sometimes it turns into a disease
that could make it hard to breath.

it could be a paradise..
because it gives you the permission
to release all your feelings..

it's a double-edged weapon.
it makes you enjoy its taste at first..
but then it makes you suffer from thirst.

it turns sanity to insanity..
it erases the selfishness..
crushes the vanity..
and it creates the core of sacrifice.

then it starts in dispersing the thought..
subjugating the heart..
and in keeping the eyes wide - awake.

it's Love.
an unknown hidden desire..
an instinct..
had created it self from fire.