I can't be that same person.
That same loving person,
I can't be who I want to be.
The fear is what stops me.
the fear is what keeps me
from trusting, from loving.
The fire, the heat, the loss.
I tried my best to escape,
it was too hot, the smoke was too thick.
My face, it burns, Help me.
Why didn't you come back for me?
Why didn't you save me?
Do you not love me?
You still haven't come back.
Will you ever?

Mother
Please come back.
I need you.

(This is about Noor.
Amature, I know.)